Spirits of the Dead lyrics

Thy soul shall find itself crying alone

Mid dark thoughts of gray tomb-stone

Not one, of all the crowd

Into the hour of horror be silent in that

Solitude which is not loneliness

For spirits of the dead

Spirits stood in life before you are

In the death around you - their will

their will is overshadowing you

Therefore you must be forever still

The night thought clear shall frown

like wounded devil stars

shall look right down at the graves

From their high thrones replaced in the heaven

With light like hope to mortals given

As burning fever

Which would adhere

To you forever

Every thought will never banish now vision vanish

From thy spirits shall they will pass no more

Like dew from the grass the breethe the breath

Of God is still mist upon the hill

Look how it moves

Between the trees

Riddle's mistries.

• Artist:End Zone
• Album:First Bequest