Nightmare gardens Filled with dread Places of the unrest The one I was dragged into Paint my shallow vision In the deepest black Mark my path with tombstones Towards the mournful end Here I dwell at one with the dead Banished from the grave Up on my feet but not to live again Stone cold Hollow empty soul With dead I walk With dead I breathe With dead I serve my time At one with the dead Honest life that I had led My former source of joy Turned sour in my experience Of an afterlife horror Corpses hanging from the trees Laughing at my grief Denied from eternal rest I'm gasping in disbelief Here I dwell at one with the dead Banished from the grave Up on my feet but not to live again Stone cold Hollow empty soul With dead I walk With dead I breathe With dead I serve my time At one with the dead