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The carnal caress of fading hands - fingers that are vanishing.

Absorbed into the void - lingering for a second just to fade.

A touch of the ghost - cold of sweetly well-known.

A wish for things to pass - from this realm that we're suffering

And the earth is left alone - to fend for a life of stillness.

The cemetery stillness -

Like gloomy lonely breeze.

The cemetery stillness -

As life runs away and the soul flies free.

The cemetery stillness -

Like gloomy lonely breeze.

The cemetery stillness -

As life runs away and the soul flies free.

The concentrated past deeds - the salt and sweat of years,

All set to be released - as the flesh slowly decays.

A touch of the ghost - cold or sweetly well-known,

A wish for things to pass - from this realm that we're suffering,

And the earth is left alone - to fend for a life of stillness.

The cemetery stillness -

Like gloomy lonely breeze.

The cemetery stillness -

As life runs away and the soul flies free.

The cemetery stillness -

Like gloomy lonely breeze.

The cemetery stillness -

As life runs away and the soul flies free.

The soul flies free - in a cemetery breeze,

The soul flies free - in a cemetery breeze,

The soul flies free - in a cemetery breeze,

The soul flies free - in a cemetery breeze.