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Whispers of the fallen

Echo through the halls of time

The winds howls through the twisted trees

Whispering secrets from the dead to me

The sky is deark the moon is high

It's silver lights draws the night

Graves stretch out in endless rows

Sea of headstones, dark and cold

Whispers of the fallen

Echo through the halls of time

In the depths of this wretched earth

They lay in wait for the day they'll be heard

As I call forth the dead and damned

As the night is my witness

Echoes of the past, their cries will be heard

Echoes of the past, their stories will be told