Raspberry Bulbs Groping The Angel's Face
Fondling the graves
And groping the angel's face
Fondling the graves
And groping the angel's face
The cross is staked above
I describe what I see
The dead keep coming
The determined dead
Keep the candles burning
Keep coming
Keep coming
You look around
Tell some other story
The dead keep coming
The bodies pile up
And cemeteries sing
And we are silenced
