The Wake Lyrics
the wolves all gather aroundwith sharpen teeth and a guilty yellow starethey wish me on my wayso cold inside this shellgive me to the earththe dreams that i desertedthe passion i would not releasethe path i left untreadedthe mask that i refused to wearexistance left unnoticeddesire in my bones so dryand silence in the virtueall so quiet - all so stilli can feel them watchingfeel the seconds diecan hear them laughing from abovethey wish me on my way
Cemetary The Wake
