The Damned Lyrics

The Damned lyrics

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 the breeze screaming over the
whispers in the dark 

setting the leaves in sway hanging there like a
body from the raftors 

smiling back at me they wait in eager circles for
me to stagger into the 

darkness these images that i have seen they still
burn inside of me