Still They Pray

Sky turns to a deeper gray

The sun fades by the moon

Howls come from the distant hills

Tortured screams of the doomedAnd they pray

Yet they pray

And they pray

Still they prayCries sound from weeper wells

Demonic echoes entune

To those assailing their dying breath

A [?] rattles the tune

And they pray

Yet they pray

And they pray

Still they pray

And they pray

Still they pray