In the graveyard of the forgotten,
I see the dead rising up
With their faces burned and full of scars.
Their eyes turn hollow when they see some life
But I see them looking at me as the child of the dark.
They sit around the burning bones and sing
the songs of the unheard souls.
They sing and dance and celebrate
the life that they never lived
as they curse the great pearl for
changing the course of their stars.