Night...the epitaph lies
Night.
This chilly, forsaken house
Wonder why I'm here
Candlelight smoke grows thicker and thicker
Defeats a full moon light – it's a dancing mist
Witness to a hideous truth
And a voice calls and says:
“Come, join us, to the old graveyard
Welcome to the eternal season”
Where everything is chaos
You soon shall understand
Icecold wind freezes my bones
Hopeless souls passed away in the lie
Cannot find their peace
Ripped from the cold ground
Their epitaph lies
Whispering sculptures paint a fog where the air was still
Where the air was still
Whispering sculptures point to a name made out of tears
Where the air was still
They won't be released
Till a mortal man
Shall be deliverer
Of their forgotten truth
They're strangers to me
But they shout my name
Open below an unknown tomb
I walk among the graves
See tombstones bleeding
Blood blooms from pacified eyes
Stillness of pictures
Prisons of remembrance
Faces take shape, breath and life
One by one tell their truth
(Their epitaphs lie)
My memory hold their words
Day is dawning now
The white marble's being swallowed by the ground
No names or faces, just wind
Tombs shut their horrible mouths down forever
Nobody remembers them no more
Ripped from the cold ground
Their epitaphs lie
Whispering sculptures paint a fog where the air was still
Where the air was still
Whispering sculptures point to a name made out of tears
Where the air was still
lead: Dave
Whispering sculptures paint a fog where the air was still
Where the air was still
Whispering sculptures point to a name made out of tears
Where the air was still
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