those sinister nights my friend
my dearest friend
are company to my mangeld mind
fog so tickly like a heartbeat rises
lingering down inside those graveyard walls
tonight angels are falling again
tumbeling down, tumbeling down
can’t never leave again this holy ground
they wander now my beautiful garden
ancient stones and weed overgrown
many souls were uninvited, and so my friend was once my own.
So listen you with the pomping blood inside your purple veins
whisper my name from time to time
so I didn’t die in vain
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