Those Who Play for Ghosts

Here the souls now rest, not peace,

In frozen harsh of frost bitten cease.

Dance from silent, they hope for breath,

Of living soul who play honeyed death.

The bound to urge these deaden souls,

Where lifeless hearts now grace their roles.

In warmth to measure, they felt at last,

Of pleasant tune of melody cast.


Artist: Those Who Play for Ghosts by ricochet188

Music: Those Who Play for Ghosts

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