Damned, The - The Agony Scene

Songs made of whispers

Silent screams, like a choral of the dead

Needles prick the softest skin

And the breeze screams bloodlust

These eyes gazing over the hilltops, burning red

The night skies seem to follow me

Blanketing me with crowds of grey and black

The crowd of the damned screams

Eyes shown red, raise the dead

Eyes shown red, raise the dead

Eyes shown red, raise the dead

The breeze screaming

Over the whispers in the dark

Setting the leaves in sway

Hanging there like a body from the rafters

Smiling back at me

Eyes shown red, raise the dead

Eyes shown red, raise the dead

Eyes shown red, raise the dead

They wait in eager circles for me

To stagger into the darkness

These images that I have seen

They still burn inside of me

They still burn inside of me

They still burn in me