The Damned Lyrics - The Agony Scene

Songs made of whispers silent screams 

Like a choral of the dead needles 

Prick the softest skin 

And the breeze scream blood lust 

These eyes gazing over the hilltops burning red 

The night skies seem to follow me 

Blanketing me with crowds of gray and black 

The crowd of the damned screams 

Eyes shown red, raise the dead 

Eyes shown red, raise the dead 

The breeze screaming over the whispers in the dark 

Setting the leaves in sway 

Hanging there like a body from the rafters 

Smiling back at me 

Eyes shown red, raise the dead 

Eyes shown red, raise the dead 

They wait in eager circles for me 

To stagger into the darkness 

These images that I have seen 

They still burn inside of me 

They still burn inside of me 

They still burn inside