To Walk Amongst The Dead - Falloch

The stars fall asleep behind a tired sun

Memories from another world grasp my dying spirit

I see the faint glimmer of your face

Take my hand

Let me travel with you through twilight once again

In my slumber I still hear your distant cries

A cascade of embers fall from your weary eyes

Your glow still brings me warmth and hope

If you listen carefully

You can hear the quiet sound of a better world

I am the dead

And the dead walk alone