as i approach the cemetary thoughts in my mind
contemplatin a speech but the words i cant find
i grow nearer to the grave i see angels in the mist
i whipe my eyes i must be goin blind can this exist
their song more beautiful than any spoken word
this has blinded me from the tragedy thats ocurred
i continue my march to the abyss of the fallen
but as i reach my destination i hear voices callin
i hear sadness nd greif a fog rolls in from the east
i hear the words of the preacher prayin for tha deceased
but the name in mention isnt his nd then i recall
that this memory of death wasnt his at all
flashbacks of a night that would be my last
suddenly darkness... a fatal blast

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