Dead Man's Eyes - Apocalyptica

A narrow path through hallowed grounds

A silent walk among the clouds

A pile of stones hidden in the pine

Only seen through dead man’s eyes…

Autumn leaves turn brandy wine

Fall and dance in the wind outside

A shadow wanders though the fog

Searching for the light it lost

I’m not afraid

Because I’m not alone

She’s waiting there

To carry me home

A lifetime written in his weathered red face

Every triumph, every fall from grace

Another winters come and gone

It won’t be long…

I’m not afraid

Because I’m not alone

She’s waiting there

To carry me home

I’m coming home,

I’m coming home!