A sharp pain - runs through my lungs
Waste my breath - in a futile run
I jog through - the tombstones of fate
Looking down - to all my dead friends
At night they dance on their graves
Singing songs of the past
One day the night unveils its hold
Soon we will meet again
Chasing moments - before it's too late
A rebel yell - in each of my breath
In this graveyard - I run to be free
Breaking the silence - where my friends rest
At night they dance on their graves
Singing songs of the past
One day the night unveils its hold
Soon we will meet again
The longer I live - the longer it takes
To visit all - my dead friends places
At night they dance on their graves
Singing songs of the past
One day the night unveils its hold
Soon we will meet again