In the gravel covered lane, I see the madness of the past

The images that are made insane.

 

The nightmares dance before my eyes.  Demons of the mind cling to the gravestones

Their wretched bodies clothed in gray.

 

I see their names in firelight branded on their foreheads.

Death, Treason, Misery.

 

The dampness of untouched Time clings to my soul

As I watch these shades plague mankind.

 

Skeletons from the graves arise their bones silhuetted against the sky

They are of me, myself, and I.