"Of all the pulpits from which human voice is Ever sent forth, there is none from which it Reaches so far as from the grave"
The sun was rising solemn Among the trees of this hallowed wood At the graves o the thousands fallen In solemn silence also we stood
This is no place for hope and faith Yet fires still burn In darkest night there sparks a light Catharsis through mourns
Funeral mounds Bleeding like open wounds Like thorns in the crown Gracing temples of truth
Another stone is cast To reinforce the barricade Another blood offered in trust That sacrifice is never late
In barren ground bones make no sound Deaf to our pleas Reminding us that our pride Is reborn in tragedies
Funeral mounds Bleeding like open wounds Like thorns in the crown Gracing temples of truth
Lives fade away And mounds remain Future is bleak Thus mounds will speakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
