"The Road of Bones" as written by and Peter Jonathan Nicholls Michael Brian Holmes....
And morning finds my night's work.
Lights the remnants on display
I do not seek forgiveness,
Nothing to absolve.
For now the need is met
I almost hate myself
Almost, but not quiet

They survey the frozen scene,
The cold countenance of hell
And they hang their heavy heads
I'm seen as death itself.
Fear that holds this fragile town
Extends for miles around.
I've taken all control, for I am someone now.
The shadow cross my face
All the signs of my mistakes,
Shallow graves I mark with stones
As I walk the road of bones.

We dance our unkind compelling dance
The arcane ritual observed
I will see this whole thing through
If I just keep my nerve.
All the journeys I've retraced.
To return me to this place,
I do not walk alone,
As I build a road of bones.

Their dumb shock of reaction's, what it's for
Full of nothing, and I wont be ignored.
They got the sirens and all that nervous force
They concede a good death's its own reward
The shadow cross my face
All the futures laid to waste
Shallow graves I mark with stones
As I walk for the road of bones.


Lyrics submitted by progmaster, edited by proggie

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    General CommentThe musings of a serial killer as he spreads death and fear in a small American town. Brilliant song but I can't help hoping there will be a follow up where they've caught the bastard...
    proggieon October 24, 2015   Link

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