The silence of the graves are breached

with naught but the music there beyond

where the dark owls bloody feast

'till the chambers black with sound.

and nodding, the grizzen'd skulls do make

acquaintance with the aires and smile

tongueless verse to each be laid

and secrets there be longsome whiled."

~Morgan Daltry 

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