Gargoyles - Dmitry "Returns" Taranov, Michale Graves

Day by day they slumber in the fog

And when shadows fall

Stones grow into gargoyles

Guarda of eternal

Palaces of grief

From dismal dreams

Silhouettes of monsters on the solid walls

Spread their wings and fly away above it all

Night will come and set them free

But back by dawn they must be Gargoyles

Born not from a carver’s hand they are

Sinister and dire

Children of the wicked

Guarda of eternal

Places of grief

From dismal dreams

Slihouettes of monsters on the solid walls

Spread their wings and fly away above it all

Night will come and ser them free

But back by dawn they must be

Gargoyles