Dark & Dreary
Cemetery
Between the mists and gentle screams
Lies the truth of our sorted dance
Where the living do not live and dead wander
Where my final place to rest this tired heart lay
I wander, amongst the dead leaves and rotten wood
The place where gnomes and evil spirits dwell
Between the mists and gentle screams
Is where our story echoes faintly in the wind
Here upon my marker
My final words of pain shall remain
For this mist is now my home and the screams are my tune
Where the living do not live and the dead wander