The clouds part like a funeral shroud

As I descend through the blackened mist

No trumpet sounds, no choir is loud

Just the cold stone that the moonlight kissed

My wings are heavy with the scent of pine

And the weight of secrets the earth must keep

I walk the border, the silver line

Between the waking and the eternal sleep.

In the graveyard, I am the silent breath

The shield of honor in the house of death

I watch the spirits drift beyond the veil

Through the marble halls and the iron rail

When the living forget what the hallowed owe

I protect the dignity of those below.

I see the woman in the tattered lace

Drowning the soil with her salt and grief

She touches the name on a granite face

Searching for mercy and a moment’s relief

But then come the shadows with hollow hearts

Who mock the silence and kick the urns

Before their malice or their desecration starts

The fire of my vigil silently burns.

You shall not tread on the quiet dust

You shall not shatter the holy trust

Though their lungs are empty and their eyes are dim

Their light is guarded by a Seraphim

I am the wall, I am the blade

For the ones who rest in the cypress shade!

I watch the souls like sparks in the night

Rising up from the heavy clay

Flickering embers of golden light

Finding the path to the "Far Away"

They leave behind the names and the dates

While I stay behind at the rusted gates

To catch the tears of the ones who mourn

And mend the respect that the cruel have torn.

In the graveyard, I am the silent breath

The shield of honor in the house of death

I watch the spirits drift beyond the veil

Through the marble halls and the iron rail

When the living forget what the hallowed owe

I protect the dignity of those below.

Rest now... I am here.

The dirt is heavy, but the soul is clear.

In the graveyard...

In the graveyard...

I keep the watch.