Gargoyles Graves

Day by day they slumber in the fog

And when shadows fall

Stones grow into gargoyles

Guards of eternal palaces of grief

From dismal dreams

Silhouettes of monsters on the solid walls

Spread their wings and fly away above it all

Night will come and set them free

But back by dawn they must be

Gargoyles

Born not from a carver's hand

They are sinister and dire

Children of the wicked

Guards of eternal palaces of grief

From dismal dreams

Silhouettes of monsters on the solid walls

Spread their wings and fly away above it all

Night will come and set them free

But back by dawn they must be

Gargoyles