The nightngale is my alarm clock
The moon is my sun
The shadows are my compainons
While cutting cold is my fun
The night is my playground
The stars are my friends
The deserted streets and allys
Have many secrets to tell
But the one youll find most intresting
Is the one of my own
The graveyard gates are silent
A there hinges open wide
Admitting me to a place forgotten
Frozen in the depth of time
An icy air blows
One that steals your heart
The toumbstones stand still
A pristine work of art
And the tearm stilent as the grave
Seems to be sharp and shrill
Weeds have taken over
An eternity of war
Overgrown on a gravestone
The name is rotting away
Misery commiserates here
What a lonely place
And I will sit here and think about the past
But it will never change
And no matter how much I try
To find a reason in this place
my mind still comes up seemingly blank
