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Epitaph LiesNight...the epitaph liesNight. This chilly, forsaken house Wonder why I'm here Candlelight smoke grows thicker and thicker Defeats a full moon light – it's a dancing mist Witness to a hideous truth And a voice calls and says: “Come, join us, to the old graveyard Welcome to the eternal season” Where everything is chaos You soon shall understand Icecold wind freezes my bones Hopeless souls passed away in the lie Cannot find their peace Ripped from the cold ground Their epitaph lies Whispering sculptures paint a fog where the air was still Where the air was still Whispering sculptures point to a name made out of tears Where the air was still They won't be released Till a mortal man Shall be deliverer Of their forgotten truth They're strangers to me But they shout my name Open below an unknown tomb I walk among the graves See tombstones bleeding Blood blooms from pacified eyes Stillness of pictures Prisons of remembrance Faces take shape, breath and life One by one tell their truth (Their epitaphs lie) My memory hold their words Day is dawning now The white marble's being swallowed by the ground No names or faces, just wind Tombs shut their horrible mouths down forever Nobody remembers them no more Ripped from the cold ground Their epitaphs lie Whispering sculptures paint a fog where the air was still Where the air was still Whispering sculptures point to a name made out of tears Where the air was still lead: Dave Whispering sculptures paint a fog where the air was still Where the air was still Whispering sculptures point to a name made out of tears Where the air was still |