stosh 'Bitter End'
Keeping silent in the Graveyard,
Late at night the Tombstones sing.
Orbs and Tracers dance so freely,
Witching hour so soon will ring.
Flowing freely in the distance,
Misty forms begin to sway.
Like the music buried deeply,
In your mind the Spirits play.
All around...
Late at night the Tombstones sing.
Orbs and Tracers dance so freely,
Witching hour so soon will ring.
Flowing freely in the distance,
Misty forms begin to sway.
Like the music buried deeply,
In your mind the Spirits play.
All around...