YOZIL Hel’s Silence

Beneath the roots, where shadows weep
The dead lie still, in endless sleep
No sun, no dawn, no mortal flame
Yet every soul recalls its name

Hel’s silence calls, through stone and bone
A mother’s voice from the under throne
No fear remains, no pain, no cry —
Only echoes that never die

Her breath is frost, her eyes are deep
She guards the vow the lost ones keep
The river whispers, pale and wide
She stands beyond the mortal tide

Hel’s silence calls, through stone and bone
A mother’s voice from the under throne
No fear remains, no pain, no cry —
Only echoes that never die

Cold hands cradle what once was fire
The soul ascends, the flesh expires
Through endless dark, through sacred sleep
She keeps the promise shadows keep

In stillness pure, where night has grown
She reigns in silence, carved from stone
Her name is peace, her crown is void
In death, creation is employed

“All ends return to me…All silence sings through me…”