Headstones

Past the forest of the fields of fire

Beyond the waters of shimmering tears

By a fire they stand

And they whisper my nameNow I seek upon the night

Small fragments of moonlightUp the hill the headstones lie

Up the hill the reapers watching eye

Up the hill the headstones lie

Headstones...In the circle of stones dressed in ivy

By the garden of the serene flowers

And the spirits of there

Whispering my name