Spirits of the Dead by Garden of Worm Lyrics

As the hours decay the light
Rays of sun consumed by night
Only the stars look down on us
As a bird out from your mouth
Spirit freed whirls unbound
By the shackles of your flesh and blood

Cloaked in the shadow of secrecy
Meeting of souls that none shall see
They let the break of day decide
The fragile fabric of your life
Is torn apart by the dawning light
Your voice fell silent forevermore