[Lyric] Necropolis (Blind Defeat)

Sitting in the graveyard
No one left to meet
A carpet of decay
Lying at my feet

Chilling winds don't bother me
As I kneel here eyes a gazing
Nothing left but to accept
The fact, the way of life

Wind rustles through the trees
A complement to silence
The moonlight seeps down into
The clearing of the fallen

Chilling winds don't bother me
As I kneel here eyes a gazing
Nothing left but to accept
The fact, the way of life