Groping The Angel's Face

Fondling the graves
And groping the angel's face
Fondling the graves
And groping the angel's face

The cross is staked above
I describe what I see

The dead keep coming

The determined dead
Keep the candles burning
Keep coming
Keep coming

You look around
Tell some other story

The dead keep coming

The bodies pile up
And cemeteries sing
And we are silenced