Bryant Clifford Meyer - Hall of the Dead lyrics

The great Stone walls Rise above our heads Cold and sad Pale light A dusty veil The sun makes its way in Destitute, weak You're at my side again Faithful guide Unfailing Here we stand Among the others The living Among the dead Veins still flowing full Lungs filled with white light Push forward Lifeless bodies swept aside They are on us Cast a net of armor Over our heads Hide our life Lest it be Lifted from us We must leave this place Of d**hly decay Don't look back, press on