Testo Manchester

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