NO HEAD SONG Softly.. sweetly nights.. The breath of the killer, the breath of the right.. The breath of the moon, no place where hide. Softly eyes of ice graveyard is nice. Dark hands of air bring them away, loney, and long long ago. Stupid and void shutting your voice. Closing your life in a tomb of void neverwhere. Lips of bones, thorns in face. The forest is watching the wood of the Death bringing your lace. Dance of broken dolls, dance of broken souls thorns in their hands pins in their eyes. No life to live, no place to hide, a dance to have a song to breath a fire to burn no time no end dance of the nine dance of the mine.