serenades, composed by the dead to hail the end
from the graveyards comes an eerie sound
like an air from the shrouds below
fearful eyes, like the gaze of a child on a stormy night
the silence is broken now...
from the graveyards comes an eerie sound
like an air from the shrouds below
fearful eyes, like the gaze of a child on a stormy night
the silence is broken now...