Whispers of the Damned (The Banality of Evil)

In the darkness of the night Shadows whisper tales of fright Where the souls of the damned collide Evil takes its morbid stride Through the mist and fog, I hear their cries Haunted by the past, where darkness lies Spectral visions dance before my eyes A never-ending nightmare, where sanity dies Whispers of the damned Shadows of despair The banality of evil A grim reality Whispers of the damned Voices of the fallen The banality of evil A haunting elegy I hear echoes of a distant call Screams of the fallen Haunting one and all Their faces etched in memory Forever carved in stone A legacy of sacrifice In darkness they atone I see flowers behind the walls Can smell them, their wonderful scent But they will remain unrivaled for me But I will take this beautiful thoughts till I die, till I die