A dance in the darkness, a chilly moonlit night
A cemetery of ghosts, parades of past life
Melodies of loneliness, songs they shall sing
Hearts that still beat, if only in dreams
Dead they may forget, whilst bodies lie below
To the truth, ears are deaf, alive in the glow
A sanctuary of festivity, before dawn of sun
While death it lives here, this evening’s not one
Inception of cemetery songs, it happened ago
Each night they gather, the festival of the souls