Cemetery Of Scream - And Just The Birds... lyrics

Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of the trees of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief The crest of roof broken'n'left walls overgrown of gra**'n'wine white shrub washed down of drops of storm windows bunged with rotten boards And just the birds live here wanderers from distant hills the bringin' the breath of a space breath of unreal impetus