Catamenia

Dreaming all alone
Wandering thru the time so cold
Confronting something old
That I've been sometimes lied and told
Tombstone underneath me
Ancients' ancient grave I see
Death I can feel
The Undead is what I need
I can see the ancients falling
Can you hear the ancients crying
I can see the ancients dying
Can you hear the ancients calling
They seek you, you're their hope
They need you, you're their life