Only the mounds are deaf
But the glassy eyes behind the wood...
As I run thru night's fog
My feet lurch over the grave
Have 'em buried long ago
Still awake but without life?
I see a shape, no two, no three
Hollowed faces, pale and declined
Life is death... or is death life?
Laughin' is frozen and eyes are lumps
See the graveyard's church but the gates are closed
Walls are bleedin', cross gleamin' white
You entreated death, the answer will come...
Debris of faith, even the wisest is bad
Immortal morals, catched up with time
Vault of darkness, filled with hate
Procession of damnation, expulsion of light
Hazardous ways alone in the dark
Only the mounds are deaf...