The Spectre Dead

Old, dark and cold
As mountains we stand
Remembering the times
As evil arose
And black swans besung the end

Something evil that lies deep in our souls

And below the ground
The dreams we dread
Delivered the truth

Old, dark and cold
As mountains we stand
When colours wither
As daylight fades
And black swans besung the end

Something evil that lies deep in our souls

And below the ground
The dreams we dread
Delivered the truth