The lazy cat yawned and made a song of it's own
Penetrating the murky silence of the sleeping home
The grandfather clock, leaning solemnly against the wall
Dreamed of better days, when it stood strong and tall
Back when life moved to its swaying
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Who would answer it's call ?
Now the only thing constant, winter, spring, summer and fall
Where had the children gone, that dashed down the steps ?
Who was there to cry for them, in the wake of their deaths ?
One by one they all became teeth in the tall grass
Adding to death's chilling grin, consuming them at last
Ask the other's, they'll tell you
Death's face was in those flames
So if you dare to tread the grass, don't dare to say their names