We the slain with cold hearts stolen,
blind eyes open and bellies swollen
met once within the halls of pride
yet now the cheers have all but died

Winds moan low with voices mourning;
deaf ears hearing a solemn warning
Life is calling to those behind
Make sure that you redeem your time

We the lost here in our searching
will never find our poor hearts worthy
We cannot sleep though it may seem
we interrupt your restless dreams

Please pay heed as we visit you
know these words and visions are true
As we who haunt would dare to save
those living still from empty graves