The Agony Scene - 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
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

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