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The cold graves are open wide

The frost has laid its cold hand upon them

The grass is coloured to silver white

It waits for the sun to give back its colour

Feel their presence

It's the death of the world

And they know it

No longer shall the flowers bloom

And how they love it

Chorus:

Feel their presence

But they are not here

Your sence is lost...live in fear

Come forth from the shadows

Come forth from beyond

Lie down and shed a tear

All is lost as we go on and on

Phantazise-the phantomside

It has'nt been written it has'nt been seen

But you know the future wont make the grass evergreen

Repeat:Chorus