Garden of Stones

Garden Of Stones -Acrassicauda

The life you reaped

Once had a name

The blood stains your hands

Wrapped in guilt sealed with shame

I grieve for what turns to ashes

And bones

Buried beneath the

Garden

Of stones

Garden of stones

Garden of stones

When the night is dawn

And the haze ruled the sky

The death marched through the land

I heard the angels cry

I crave

What's mine back

All that I have known

Buried beneath

The garden

Of stones

Garden of stones

Garden of stones

Garden of stones

Garden of stones