Voices of the Dead
Sleep will come, when I say
I know that, the twilight
Is the one, the hand of death
A five-pointed star
So dark and bright now
The teeth in our mouths
Covered in her blood
When, you know you have no friends
You listen to the dead
They tell us where to go
Back into the world where no one knows you're alive
You'll find we are there
We have opened doorways
That we could never close
Walked a path that no one had warned me
Incantations of the unknown
We are victims when we are alone
When, you know you have no friends
You listen to the dead
They tell us where to go
Back into the world where no one knows you're alive
You'll find we are there
When, you know you have no friends
You listen to the dead
They tell us where to go
Back into the world where no one knows you're alive
You'll find we are there
Autor(es): Robert Andrew Calabrese, James Patrick Calabrese Jr., David Joseph Calabrese
