Lingering A Sacred Ground

down this road of mist and shadow souls of the dead has left their mark the soil have tasted the steps of agony plant the seeds pluck the fruit of perdition the clear path turned to dark where no sun shine constantly wrapped in darkness the strength of death constant near lingering a sacred ground souls of men trapped in veil lingering a sacred ground tortured in endless pain with no sign of aid forsaken by their gods as darkness covers the fields of old forever lost, no chance to break free constant screams but no one hears