An Evil Shade Of Grey — Cemetary

I am one with sorrow from the tree of grief I fall... into the shadows of an evil shade of grey

A taste of tears is flowing down my tongue like memories of days when the world was new and I was young

Nowadays my garden is pale and the trees bear fruit no more but so is life they say of age the colours fade away

As time pass by in this twilight land I wish the winds would take my hand and lead me into the cosmic halls to carve my name within its walls

But the winds will fail as the ways are of night to blow out my candle of forsaken light for they are the winds of a daytime dream from the land where shadow gleam in silent tears I wish to close my eyes and the world leave behind without goodbyes

But so it shall not be and that I have always known for on the tree of grief my fruit has grown