The Honour of Silence - Death In June

He stood like Jesus

He smelt like heaven

His eyes were winter

Our story is The march of the lonely

The march of the lonely

The march of the lonely

Come to me In my darkness

My dark hero

My tall stranger

Tears of sweat

Cry from our body

The strength and the cruelty

In your gentle nature

We honour the silence, between

Ourselves

Between ourselves

We honour the silence, between

Ourselves

Between ourselves