The Haunted

Raise the dead
to hear them scream again
It's a prize in it's own right
Equal in death at last,
with no expectation made
There's no escape in this
and that's how it ends
This is my ceremony
A blood rite to spite your kind
Smalltown kings and queens
Falling over-it's so concealed.
So let this day remain and linger
(until)the memories
come crawling your way
Sinking deeper,
closer to who you were
The pain will truthfully
bring you home