Voices of the Dead
Nothing can be compared to the distinction of the grave
I've heard rumors…
People that go in, never come out
Shhh listen, can you hear what they're saying?
The night time signals the arise of the dead
Maybe you can't see them
But nothing is worse then a disturbing energy field surrounding you
When your back is turned, their hands reach out
They want you to help them
For no one understands the dead
They are treated as outcasts, mere shadows
Everywhere you go you see some form of them looking at you
Look in the water, though no one is behind you
Their reflection shows up next to you
So you're faced with a decision
Help them into acceptance
Or continue to suffer psychological warfare
Though once the suns come up
And they have returned
You are no longer being followed
My advice is this
Don't walk alone at night
For those of you who are willing
Try going to the grave at night
Press your head against a tombstone
And listen…listen
Faces start to appear around you
They are misunderstood
Their souls…their voices…
Help them