Silesia Songtext

From movement to calm, a call and the music stops
The morning turns old, the air turns cold and harsh within a breath, within a breath.
The air turns cold and gets harder to breathe, to breathe.

The beliefs we grew up with failed us too soon.
The god whose back you covered didn't cover yours.

There's brightness and colors, a call and it turns dark
The path that you walked, did you see light or a way to get out, to get out
Did you see light or a decent way to put it out.