In the graveyard the mist rolls and folds itself and the moon glows until dawn there is a peace and there is dead quiet for we look down and they do not look up as we dream this dream of life in their graveyard they sleep and do not know.
In the graveyard the mist rolls and folds itself and the moon glows until dawn there is a peace and there is dead quiet for we look down and they do not look up as we dream this dream of life in their graveyard they sleep and do not know.