past the forest of the flies of fire
beyond the waters of shimmerings tears
by afire they stand
and they whiper my name..
now i seek upon the night
small fragments of moonlight
up the hill the headstons lie
up the hill the reaper's watching eye
up the hill the headtones lie
headstones..
in the circle of stones dressed in ivy
by the garden of serene flowers
and the spirits are there
whispering my name..
now i seek upon the night
small fragments of moonlight
up the hill the headstons lie
up the hill the reaper's watching eye
up the hill the headtones lie
headstones..
