Lyrics:
Past the forest of the flies of fireBeyond the waters of shimmering tearsBy a fire they standAnd they whisper my nameNow I seek upon the nightSmall fragments of moonlightUp the hill the headstones lieUp the hill the reapers watching eyeUp the hill the headstones lieHeadstones ...In the circle of stones dressed in ivyBy the garden of the serene flowersAnd the spirits are thereWhispering my nameNow I seek upon the nightSmall fragments of moonlightUp the hill the headstones lieUp the hill the reapers watching eyeUp the hill the headstones lieHeadstones ...