Among
the images of dear departed
Here with memories so closely guarded
There’s an old man standing all alone
As he waits among the unforgiven
Here among the souls no longer living
Lost in chains of sin still un-atoned
He carves his stone
Well a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do
But I’ll never give my soul to you
No fallen angel’s prophecy
Will ever take hold of the man you see
So here I stand all alone
With chisel in hand I work my stone
And leave a message for all to see
And contemplate mortality
And carve that stone
And on that final night
You know I dream of you
And in a flash of light
I carve that stone right through
Yeah I carved that stone right through
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