Coldness fills the hallowed ground now
Shivering feeling lonely
Mist fades night into grey vastness
Waiting in your silent sadness
I feel your presence coming closer
Walking weeping angels
Treading slow in hallowed ground
No teardrop spilt while tolling churchbells
Step by step and closing in now
Silhouettes in deepest mourning
Side-by-side in grey-white paleness
Moving in their silent sadness
I walk up to them, see their eyes
They're cold and staring into nothing
Woeful trancelike ashened faces
Tells the tale of weeping angels
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