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Epitaph Lies

Aleph (ITA)
Night...the epitaph lies



Night.

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