 At The Graves
At The Graves
Missy I miss You so. Oh little Sister
I wish Youd come back to Me and sit by My side
Wed laugh and wed play again, if only Youll try
You know quot;They quot; would show the way
From the other side
Rise from Your grave little Sister
Rise...Rise...Rise My friends...Rise
Spirits rising from their grave
Burning shadows in the dead of night
Icy fingers all over My hand
Try to make Me understand
quot;Finally we have returned...All of usquot;
Missy is that You, come closer
Spirits rising from their grave
Everywhere that ghostly stare
Icy fingers all over My hand
Lead me back to where she stands
quot;They quot; are back to share My life...quot;They quot; are back
Missy come, come with Me, there are things I must know
How did you get here, wheres the door to the other side
Missy: quot;Beyond the graves lies the gate
the gate that leads to the dead
We have to leave before the dawn
if not by the sun we will burnquot;
Spirits rising from their grave
soon the dawn will chase the dark away
Icy fingers all over My hand
Lead Me back to where quot;They quot; stand
Am I glad You have returned...All of you
Do You remember when Grandmother said she heard quot;Them quot; sing
Ive heard quot;Them quot; too and I really wish I could hear quot;Them quot; again
Missy: quot;In Your mind Youll hear quot;Them quot; sing
every night at the graves
we have to leave before the dawn
if not by the sun we will burn
now singquot;
Show Your powers onto Me...
King Diamond |