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 ...