From the Dark Past - Mayhem

A face in stone

Decayed by age

A man who has returned to tell of his damnation

Fears so deep, the mouth open wide

The dream died away before dawn of this time

Ancient times legends stories so dark

Blackened his sight now

Not even the memories are left

Back after such a long time

The stone is cold as death

But what formed its true fears

Only the wind is able to tell

Tell me — what did you see there

In the darkness — of the past

The eyes — stares so empty

The mouth — screams so silent

Tell me — what did you see there

In the darkness — of the past