Grave Sites
In my grave when I die cover me with red roses
Celestial angel uh-huh she wore white to my mass
Well into the night she keeps the torch lite flame
on to my cistern life’s all over Grave Sites where
you put your head to rest
Ah~pack~ah-hungry wolves their in the meadow
hunting the lonely one cries he’s on his hill top
howling in the night we come to burn down your
house there is no doubt your in trouble now
Vultures in circles of the sky they hover above
the beasts prey
Sparks off the swords the clash of Steele lights up
the night
With out the serpents hand for help in one fell
swoop I reap the land
Life’s all over Grave Sites where your scattered
bones an rotting flesh will lye
Blitzed in a haze the pasture stampede of a herd
Of wild stirred up startled scattering horses
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