| Song | House Of The Silent |
| Artist | Charon |
| Album | A-Sides, B-Sides & Suicides |
| 作曲 : Charon, Hautamäki ... | |
| 作词 : charon | |
| Cold rising around the silent house where the love in bloom died with the last harvest | |
| Whispering walls remembrance to hold and the voices they weep no one hears, no one hears | |
| So is the moon reflecting back your sorrow, surely | |
| I'll follow | |
| Laying beside your bed waiting for the last breath | |
| Can it be done, can it be saved 'till we apart | |
| Slowly ran water down to fill you | |
| Slowly turns tide for us to weep | |
| For this I was given birth | |
| Only shadows will travel the yards where she laid and your flowers won't bloom, bloom at day | |
| Cold rising above the silent house and the voices are dead, buried in to my head, buried in to my head | |
| So is the moon reflecting back your sorrow, surely | |
| I'll follow | |
| Laying beside your bed waiting for the last breath | |
| Can it be done, can it be saved 'till we apart | |
| Slowly ran water down to fill you | |
| Slowly turns tide for us to weep | |
| For this I was given birth | |
| For this I was given name | |
| Slowly ran water down to reap |
| zuò qǔ : Charon, Hautam ki ... | |
| zuò cí : charon | |
| Cold rising around the silent house where the love in bloom died with the last harvest | |
| Whispering walls remembrance to hold and the voices they weep no one hears, no one hears | |
| So is the moon reflecting back your sorrow, surely | |
| I' ll follow | |
| Laying beside your bed waiting for the last breath | |
| Can it be done, can it be saved ' till we apart | |
| Slowly ran water down to fill you | |
| Slowly turns tide for us to weep | |
| For this I was given birth | |
| Only shadows will travel the yards where she laid and your flowers won' t bloom, bloom at day | |
| Cold rising above the silent house and the voices are dead, buried in to my head, buried in to my head | |
| So is the moon reflecting back your sorrow, surely | |
| I' ll follow | |
| Laying beside your bed waiting for the last breath | |
| Can it be done, can it be saved ' till we apart | |
| Slowly ran water down to fill you | |
| Slowly turns tide for us to weep | |
| For this I was given birth | |
| For this I was given name | |
| Slowly ran water down to reap |