The Cathedral of Weeping Souls

I walked passed the aisle of burning candles, Lighted in the altar of a dead friend, Behind the corner of my ear, I hear weeping wallows of deep dark voices. The path of animosity had collided in the daylight, That opened the route of nightlife, In between the lines of the cross, I projected my mouth to prayer. Of peace, of faith and of tenderness of the night! On that very vengeful night, I hear shrieks of goblins and witches outside. The soul of my friend never rest, It dances and dances with me in the aisle. Weeping, crying and wailing! I dropped a tear of pitiful sorrow, And opened my eyes to sob, The souls of my other friends joined us, On that very night, I tumbled till my body drops!