The Spectre Dead

Old, dark and cold As mountains we stand Remembering the times As evil arose And black swans be sung the end Something evil That lies deep Deep in our souls And below the ground The dreams we dread Delivered the truth And below the ground The dreams we dread Delivered the truth And below the ground The dreams we dread Delivered the truth Old, dark and cold As mountains we stand When colours wither As daylight fades And black swans be sung the end Something evil That lies deep Deep in our souls And below the ground The dreams we dread Delivered the truth And below the ground The dreams we dread Delivered the truth And below the ground The dreams we dread Delivered the truth And below the ground The dreams we dread Delivered the truth