The Feast of Silence Verse 1: In the dim of the night, an empty hall, Screams are echoes of a fear that crawls. Sharp eyes, like cold steel blades, Slice through shadows with mastered shades. Pre-Chorus: Every step’s a setup, every glance a riddle, In silence, he rules—the abyss in the middle. Chorus: The feast of silence, where fear takes root, Flesh is a poem time won’t refute. The macabre host, with a courteous grin, Leads his victims to their final spin. Verse 2: He studies your moves, cracks your codes, His charm’s the knife, his mind’s the mode. Like a dark chess game, where no one’s spared, Every move a sentence, a fate prepared. Bridge: In the void of words, terror hits deep, Silence turns into a scream you keep. And when the glass is raised, your fate is set, A final supper with a golden bet. Chorus: The feast of silence, where fear takes root, Flesh is a poem time won’t refute. The macabre host, with a courteous grin, Leads his victims to their final spin.