It will come. Silently.

Heads swaying around, whisper hearing.

It will come. Silently.

Whisper saying the time has come.

It will come. Silently.

The time has come. It is to be done.

Your deeds, your debt, all to be mine.

Your life to be weighed, your share to be paid.

It is to be done, it is to be mine.

It will come. Silently.

Heads bowing down, burden bearing.

It will come. Silently.

Voices saying the time has come.

The time has come. Silently.

The time has come. All left undone.

Our bleeds, our sweat, all to be gone.

Our lives to be weighed, our share to be paid.

We are to be gone, we are to go home.

It will come. Silently.

Heads kissing ground, chains wearing.

It will come. Silently.

Screams praying to Time, be done, be done.

It will come. Silently.

The Time has come. It all has spun.

Their pleads, their threats, all to be crowned.

Their lives to be weighed, their share to be paid.

Nowhere to be gone, nowhere to go home.

Damjan Perme - Vens