Ancient — A Woeful Summoning

Crestfallen voices from the past,
haunting me
She calls me from the land of the dead,
in twisted tongues

The bells I hear are so cold,
and so woeful
Still I start heading for the graves,
beyond the hills
«I’ve been waiting for you to come
I am dead to the world, but you know I am here»

At last I realize I can’t evade her powers
She’s got me mesmerized by her cries
«I want you to come to me!»
«I’ve been waiting for ages!»
From the land of the dead,