Echo

Strolling through the graveyard

Where the leaves are falling

The wind plays the lute of a bard

And I hear them calling

The screams are inside your head

 

Looking at the sky

Where the heavens bell

It is all a lie

And I hear them yell

What’s said been said

 

Living in a nightmare

Where the shadows form

The bleeding bird on the snare

And I hear the storm

Now go to bed