Guilt, repentance, mourning and every pain of the soul of all kind
Were visibly and tangibly manifested
Everywhere and in all of us
Sometimes in the form of blessing and grace
Sometimes in the form of punishment and corruption
That divine will, equally pious and cruel
Which we could not and will never be able to unravel
Was called 'The Miracle'
Because it is my guilt
I claim you, grievous miracle
Make my chest hurt with regret
I think the silence speaks
I think the silence
Silence speaks
I think the silence speaks [2x]
(..)
(Repetition)
The Miracle has turned me into a sentinel of its sacred home
This is my new calling
Silence speaks
I think the silence speaks
I think the silence
I think the silence speaks
The mountain of ashes that swallowed up sins and sinners alike
Has had no mercy on you either
At the mercy of the miracle you were
And at the mercy of the miracle you remain
You are no longer anything but one more anonymous visage
Without a voice, without countenance
Your penitence is over