Voices Of The Dead

Azaghal

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When the ancient moon rises
And the light of day dies
They always come to me
Onlyi can hear their cries

From lands far beyond
Dead and forgotten
They call

Voices of the dead
Shrieking in my head

Sleepless night, my given torment
No escape, no will to fight
Powerless I stand alone
No protection from their might

From land fat beyond
Dead and forgotten
They call

Voices of the dead
Shrieking in my head