1.Ghost
Almost quiet like falling leaves, no raven crows silence upon
the fields.
Cradle of grief the misery creeps, here's the ghost of thy
dreadful dreams.
Controls the weak - the misery creeps.
The kiss of death and one last breath.
On these fields of blood and one last breath.
Eyes watch the burning sky and let you cry.
Silence upon the fields in thy dreams.
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