Spirits
As i walk through the gallows i hear the wind blow full of creeks
and whistles as i walk really slow gazing at the shadows that follow
me near they whisper help me in both of my ears as i pace my self
slowly i see the green glow of life thats been floatting from the
hills of Gallow pacing and strolling the grounds below the ghoust of
our brothers and sisters still like to roam lurking
in darkness they will roam till the new day of justice their spirit
will flow
