The Catacombs of Paris

Hear through the dark the breath of ages past,
Where ancient bones in silent skulls are cast.
Here children sleep with elders side by side,
While timeless paths in endless shadows hide.

Death gazes through a thousand hollow eyes,
Yet stones recall forgotten empires' rise.
The tears once shed have long since turned to stone,
In limestone masks their sorrow still is known.

Chorus

Within these underground labyrinths below,
Are those whom fate condemned so long ago.
The black earth claimed them in its endless void,
And stole forever peace they once enjoyed.

I choke upon the dust of vanished years,
While ghostly shapes are whispering in my ears.
Lost spirits wander from forgotten days,
And every crack resounds with mournful lays.

Verse 2

These gloomy tunnels twist and coil around,
Like demons whirling in a cursed round.
The shadows of old generations roam,
Through shattered prison walls they seek a home.

Along the walls the restless spectres glide,
Through broken stones their vacant gazes slide.
The wind laments within each fractured seam,
As though the dead still wander in a dream.

Chorus

Within these underground labyrinths below,
Are those whom fate condemned so long ago.
The black earth claimed them in its endless void,
And stole forever peace they once enjoyed.