Ballad of ImpossibilitiesThe sounds of the silent awakenthey echo in the ears of the deafin a place the blind only seeis a place where the dead are leftIf the name of silence is spokenit shatters apart like glassa single thought of the future and it drifts away to the pastWhisper a thousand shoutsto remember the forgottenthey rise into the airthe angels of the fallenAlone we stand in unitythe icy touch of flamesthe deafening roar of silenceand the total bliss of painThe ballad of impossibilitiessong of the blessed damnedthe feasts of the hungrythe thirsty quenched by sand