Every year they gather at the waters edge
They come in swarms of grey and black
To do natures duty
Some are big and some are small
But they all come for the same reason
Now there are fifty
Tomorrow there will be hundreds
As life must go on

It sits empty near the lake

Waiting to come alive again

The furniture is covered in dust and cob webs

Everything is dark now

No one comes around

It remembers the parties

When the nights would never end

The days that the house was alive

The Enslaved

They are all trapped

Trapped in a world of grey

They sing songs of slavery

In their dreams they live in world of color

They pray that the sun will never rise

Life is so dark

It seems it will never end

Until that day

The day their souls are set free