Graves with papers lying aside
We came at night obeying our last aim

I can see the graves
Not the graves near the church
Pink fog seems rising
It’s misleading my eyes

I see the graves and the dead stones
They are calling you
I see the graves and the bones
Are calling us

Bones and flesh lying inside
We came at night obeying our last aim

I can see the graves
Not the graves near the church
Pink fog seems rising
It’s misleading my eyes

I see the graves and the dead stones
They are calling you
I see the graves and the bones
Are calling us