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 .
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