Roses for the Dead - Halls

Serve our backs, suffer long this time

Rose are flowers shadowing the light

We were bells start, round the bell

Our body soothe in the bitter light

Serve our backs, suffer long this time, my life

Things were shadows from they’re in the light

Our body’s there, stood shallow fly

And it starts to creep on me and I would, up There are the, of these faces

And they don’t cheer me …