Revolvers bound to break the sound
Of lightning moving through the ground
A hollow shout as midnight strikes its eyes into the
undivided masses of a shallow peak
 An undisputed endless bleak
   An emptiness forever bearing
    Countless raging triggers snaring
      Entities of freedom born to fly
       Into the dirt of Sin
while crying
       Shouting echoes in their mind
        As they all spiral blind
         And plunge their final dash into the earth
          They bare their birth as a mistake
 It only takes a second break
                        To see them shaking
         On the ground
                              Without a sound
                     Without a word
                                      With just a pound

           He breaks the silent night again

Into an end.