We are the order of grinding silence Leaving the peace as the music subsides Again impacting with brutal sonics He will expel the evil of darkness [CHORUS] Essence of silence Monks of the high Lord Essence of noise Monks of the high Lord Feeling cold from a menacing absence I'm surrounded by a constant noise I remember my true religion I adjourn to your peace in the mist [CHORUS] [BRIDGE] I see, the beauty and beast I feel, your power and beat I know there is a way Show me, grinding silence So many people Caught in a world of noise Open your mind and see the sound of the quiet Live in the grinding silence A life of sheer extremes Noise and quiet, life, Lord peace What do you worship Don't worship gods of wood and steel [BRIDGE] Finding solace in the light of your word Breeding life in the heast of silence Humming a tune of orchestral essence Meeting with you in the still of creation
