Lyrics - Spirits Of The Dead by Manilla Road

Among the crypts and grey tombstones
The
Spirits did appear
Where life escaped but not the souls
Mortally bound in fear
Their voice is like a whisper
Appearance brief and fey
Visions of holy sinners
Not seen by light of day
Spirits
Of
The
Dead
Holy
Fire
Burning the brain
Crossed with desire
Reincarnate
They stood before, here
Now laid to rest
Trapped by their own fear
To make
The
Quest
Spectres climbing through the mist
Where the mourners tread
Apparitions from the past
Eyes now orbs of red
They're
Spirits
Of
The
Dead
Born of
The
Fire
I have come
Unto
The
Fire
I shall return
Know well thy soul's path
Don't bar it's way
Hell has the last laugh
For those who stay

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