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.

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 constant noise,
I remember my true religion,
I adjourn to your peace in the mist.

Essence of silence,
Monks of the high Lord,
Essence of noise,
Monks of the high Lord.

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, see the sound of the quiet,
Live in the grinding silence,
A life of sheer extremes,
Noise and quiet, life, love and peace.

What do you worship'
Don't worship gods of wood and steel.

I see the beauty and beast,
I feel your power and beat,
I know there is a way,
Show me grinding silence.

Finding solace in the light of your word,
Breeding life in the heart of the silence,
Humming a tune of orchestral essence,
Meeting with you in the still of creation.

Essence of silence,
Monks of the high Lord,
Essence of noise,
Monks of the high Lord.

So many people caught in a world of noise,
Open your mind, see the sound of the quiet,
Live in the grinding silence,
A life of sheer extremes,
Noise and quiet, life, love and peace.