Spirits of the Dead
Spirits Unveiled: Mortal Fears and Holy Desires in Manilla Road's Tale
Lyrics
Among the crypts and grey tombstones
Amidst the burial chambers and gray gravestones
The Spirits did appear
The ethereal entities manifested themselves
Where life escaped but not the souls
Where physical life has departed, but the souls remain
Mortally bound in fear
Mortally tied, restrained by fear
Their voice is like a whisper
Their communication is subtle and soft-spoken
Appearance brief and fey
Appearing briefly and possessing a mystical quality
Visions of holy sinners
Visions of individuals considered holy yet sinful
Not seen by light of day
Not visible in the light of the day, obscured
Spirits Of The Dead
These are the Spirits of the Dead
Holy Fire
A sacred, purifying flame
Burning the brain
Burning the mind, intertwined with longing
Crossed with desire
Crossed with intense passion
Reincarnate
Reborn, reincarnated
They stood before, here
They previously stood alive, now at rest in death
Now laid to rest
Laid to rest by their own fears
Trapped by their own fear
Trapped in their own apprehensions
To make The Quest
Engaged in a spiritual journey, a quest
Spectres climbing through the mist
Spectral figures ascending through the fog
Where the mourners tread
Where mourners walk, marking the path of grief
Apparitions from the past
Phantom images from bygone times
Eyes now orbs of red
Eyes transformed into red orbs
They're Spirits Of The Dead
These are the Spirits of the Dead
Born of The Fire
Born from the sacred flame
I have come
The narrator declares their arrival
Unto The Fire
Approaching the purifying fire
I shall return
Announcing an eventual return to the fire
Know well thy soul's path
Understand the path of your soul
Don't bar it's way
Do not obstruct its journey
Hell has the last laugh
Hell triumphs in the end for those who resist
For those who stay
Especially for those who choose to remain
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