The Wake Lyrics - Cemetary

tragedy has spoken 

the wolves all gather around 

with sharpen teeth and a guilty yellow stare 

they wish me on my way 

so cold inside this shell 

give me to the earth 

the dreams that I deserted 

the passion I would not release 

the path I left untreaded 

the mask that I refused to wear 

existance left unnoticed 

desire in my bones so dry 

and silence in the virtue 

all so quiet - all so still 

I can feel them watching 

feel the seconds die 

can hear them laughing from above 

they wish me on my way