We stand behind A wall of Screams Where we hear Their games Where we hear Their cries Where we see their tears Coming out their eyes In the whispering Of dead brown leaves We walk in a garden In a May rain With Spirits dancing In strange ways Where Forgotten Sins Meet up with bleeding hearts Quiet place to be When you've lost your Light Don't feel like playing So I don't She belongs to us now This Mind is blowing Through their Graves Tickling the ivy leaves Hiding their names And I hear the same screaming Song in my head And I keep reading Holy words on their Stones