Garden Of Graves

To the grim garden
So cold and frozen
Of the stone graves.

The fallen ones
Where the moon darkens
Lie beneath the ivy.

In the mists of despair
And fragments of air
Fly some lost souls.

I'm walking there
At the edge of nowhere
Enjoying their presence.

As the wind is sceaming
The sky is dying
The moon is sad
The world is mad.

The ghosts that shake under us
In the darkness of the caves
Send us their spectral shadows
Here, in the garden of graves.

To the dead garden
So cold and frozen
Of the stone graves.

The flying ones
Where the moon darkens
Lie beneath the grass.

In the screams of despair
And fragments of air
Fly some lost spirits.

I'm dying there
At the edge of nowhere
Enjoying their existence.

As the time is screaming
My body is dying
The moon is sad
The world is mad.

The ghosts that shake under us
In the darkness of the caves
Send us their spectral shadows
Here, in the garden of graves.