The days grow shorter
The nights grow colder
The clouds grow dreary
As you sit amongst the graves
*Sing to the sleeping
For amongst the dead you are weeping*
*A melody for the fallen
To their forgotten souls you are calling*
*A lullaby to the little one
Showing them one last rising sun*
The days grow shorter
The nights grow colder
The clouds grow dreary
As you sit amongst the graves