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Along the lane Footsteps and fog lights A wayward storm of recollection Shadows of stakes in the churchyard Leave misbelieving eyes red with aversion Nobody would believe what I've seen As the voices call out spectral And the bells they chime alone in the snow And so I scream but no one can hear it In this empty room between heaven and hell A single witness bears the haunting Feverish dreams of those that reach up From the darkness only to bleed dry The innocence of skepticism Nobody would believe what I've seen As the voices call out spectral And the bells they chime alone in the snow And so I scream but no one can hear it In this empty room between heaven and hell From Letras Mania