Don't mind the lyrics

Crickets chirping, dogs barking,

Moaning so soft, hauntingly striking.

Tattered cloth, bloody and dry,

Headless spine, a deadly cry.

Loitering the street, seeking answers,

Searching for his severed head.

Under the new moon's eternal grace,

Asking questions, long since dead.

A shadow, a spirit without a name,

Nobody to mourn, no shrine or fame.

Cut-off from life and death,

A painful tragedy, a punishing game.