Graveside Confessions
[Intro Soft, haunting piano chords echo in a dimly lit cemetery]
A gentle wind whispers through the trees,
As the moon casts eerie shadows over the graves.
[The Lament]
Beneath the surface, secrets lie in wait,
Lost souls whispering of their twisted fate.
Rustling leaves carry tales of despair,
As the night grows darker, the spirits lay bare.
[The Confession]
Graveside confessions, in the still of the night,
Echoes of the fallen, rising from their plight.
Shattered dreams and broken vows,
In the grip of shadows, the past avows.
[The Haunting]
Voices of the lost float upon the air,
Calling out for mercy, tangled in despair.
Fingers scratch the surface, reaching from the ground,
In this sacred silence, lost truths can be found.
[The Descent]
Come closer, they whisper, feel the chill of the grave,
In the depths of darkness, we've no one left to save.
Glimmers of the past dance in the moonlight's glow,
As shadows twist and turn, revealing what we know.
[The Confession]
Graveside confessions, in the still of the night,
Echoes of the fallen, rising from their plight.
Shattered dreams and broken vows,
In the grip of shadows, the past avows.
[The Silence]
As the winds grow silent and the shadows recede,
The secrets of the graves lay bare in our need.
In the heart of the darkness, where the lost find their peace,
The graveside confessions never seem to cease.
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Graveside Confessions
[Intro Soft, haunting piano chords echo in a dimly lit cemetery]
A gentle wind whispers through the trees,
As the moon casts eerie shadows over the graves.
[The Lament]
Beneath the surface, secrets lie in wait,
Lost souls whispering of their twisted fate.
Rustling leaves carry tales of despair,
As the night grows darker, the spirits lay bare.
[The Confession]
Graveside confessions, in the still of the night,
Echoes of the fallen, rising from their plight.
Shattered dreams and broken vows,
In the grip of shadows, the past avows.
[The Haunting]
Voices of the lost float upon the air,
Calling out for mercy, tangled in despair.
Fingers scratch the surface, reaching from the ground,
In this sacred silence, lost truths can be found.
[The Descent]
Come closer, they whisper, feel the chill of the grave,
In the depths of darkness, we've no one left to save.
Glimmers of the past dance in the moonlight's glow,
As shadows twist and turn, revealing what we know.
[The Confession]
Graveside confessions, in the still of the night,
Echoes of the fallen, rising from their plight.
Shattered dreams and broken vows,
In the grip of shadows, the past avows.
[The Silence]
As the winds grow silent and the shadows recede,
The secrets of the graves lay bare in our need.
In the heart of the darkness, where the lost find their peace,
The graveside confessions never seem to cease.
[Intro Soft, haunting piano chords echo in a dimly lit cemetery]
A gentle wind whispers through the trees,
As the moon casts eerie shadows over the graves.
[The Lament]
Beneath the surface, secrets lie in wait,
Lost souls whispering of their twisted fate.
Rustling leaves carry tales of despair,
As the night grows darker, the spirits lay bare.
[The Confession]
Graveside confessions, in the still of the night,
Echoes of the fallen, rising from their plight.
Shattered dreams and broken vows,
In the grip of shadows, the past avows.
[The Haunting]
Voices of the lost float upon the air,
Calling out for mercy, tangled in despair.
Fingers scratch the surface, reaching from the ground,
In this sacred silence, lost truths can be found.
[The Descent]
Come closer, they whisper, feel the chill of the grave,
In the depths of darkness, we've no one left to save.
Glimmers of the past dance in the moonlight's glow,
As shadows twist and turn, revealing what we know.
[The Confession]
Graveside confessions, in the still of the night,
Echoes of the fallen, rising from their plight.
Shattered dreams and broken vows,
In the grip of shadows, the past avows.
[The Silence]
As the winds grow silent and the shadows recede,
The secrets of the graves lay bare in our need.
In the heart of the darkness, where the lost find their peace,
The graveside confessions never seem to cease.
Writer: Richard Girard
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC