Weathered Tome
They're coming 'round againI've returned and they've been waitingTheir aged offererings received and returnedPassed through wet eyesI tremble as I feel them rolling in for my sins,The old ghosts knowSo chilling as I feel them mourn within my soulAs the mourning growsUnfold before me.Turn back the page againTwenty-four hours spent wishing that the day was never endingShadows of glory shading my heart againRecall the summer when I left my heart to coolBeneath the shadowsI'm coming 'round againI've returned and no one's waitingI strain my eyes to see,But it's so hard to read the old tags on the fallen walls