White Crosses by the road
Silent Screams in the night
You can hear them if you're still
Wailing on the wind...
Memento Moris, dire warnings
Symbols of the dead
All along the twisting canyon
Crucible of dread
Upon your way, a careful eye
Or become The Reaper's prize...
Little one, what have you done
To deserve such a fate
Cold and dark, chained and bound
Streeled across the road
Morning dew upon your face
Blood and tears, final grace...
White Crosses by the road
Silent Screams in the night
You can hear them if you're still
Wailing on the wind...