Skepticism - Aether dalszöveg

Deep in layers unwarm drifting 
Lower in depths still descending 
On wide billows slowly floating 
In colder streams smoothly drifting 

Beauty unleashed 
Light wind flowing 
Heard Silence 

A dance to abyss would soon follow 
Once another would soon swallow 
Darkness as the light most silent 
Silence as the darkest of voices 

From Silence and anything 
To Silence and nothing 
Is the path of final solitude