The Graveyard of Dreams
A whisper of a dream
Death is not as she seems
The violin strings tense
To the sound of silence
Engulfing blue-black waves
Rush in ebony caves
Where my roses have drowned
Where dreams litter the ground
And where shattered thoughts lay
Garden of tombs, they say
Death is not as she seems
The violin strings tense
To the sound of silence
Engulfing blue-black waves
Rush in ebony caves
Where my roses have drowned
Where dreams litter the ground
And where shattered thoughts lay
Garden of tombs, they say