Day by day they slumber in the fog And when shadows fall Stones grow into gargoyles Guarda of eternal Palaces of grief From dismal dreams Silhouettes of monsters on the solid walls Spread their wings and fly away above it all Night will come and set them free But back by dawn they must be Gargoyles Born not from a carver's hand they are Sinister and dire Children of the wicked Guarda of eternal Places of grief From dismal dreams Slihouettes of monsters on the solid walls Spread their wings and fly away above it all Night will come and ser them free But back by dawn they must be Gargoyles