Past the forest of the flies of fire
Beyond the waters of shimmering tears
By a fire they stand
And they whisper my name
Now I seek upon the night
Small fragments of moonlight
Up the hill the headstones lie
Up the hill the reapers watching eye
Up the hill the headstones lie
Headstones …
In the circle of stones dressed in ivy
By the garden of the serene flowers
And the spirits are there
Whispering my name
Now I seek upon the night
Small fragments of moonlight
Up the hill the headstones lie
Up the hill the reapers watching eye
Up the hill the headstones lie
Headstones …