Acrassicauda
Garden of Stones

Garden of Stones (Promo version)

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 and buried beneath the

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

Now buried beneath

The garden of stones

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