The Symphony

On a night so silent, listen well
Listen to the voices of the dead

Hear the sound of bone shattering
Reliving their horror and pain
Hear the screams of the banshee
As they call out their murderers name

Hear the wails of ghosts astray
Lost in their neverending sorrow
Hear the clatter and rattle of chains
Of souls trapped in their past so harrow

Hear the weaping of angels that fell
Purity that was banished to the dark
Hear the cackles of demons from hell
As they rip these souls apart

Go back to bed and stay quiet
Forget all you've heard
Morn is coming, the sun rising
Let the symphony, again, be unheard