They glide near the ground
In an endless procession
Their white faces void of feeling
Pressing onward, driven so
With hollow eyes glaring up
Devoid of souls, hapless hulks
They look up only to seek
And eye to eye they search
It goes on unending dim day
Where night takes hold then
And quenched their longing
'Til drab day should reappear
In silence they pass steadily
All those known, now lost
Causes many, someone, self
Without eternal resolution
They are the shadows seen
Eerily aside when gazing on
That vanish if directly sought
An air of uneasiness near
Souls that never came to be
That fell away in life's tragedies
Too tender, too timid to go on
To withstand its biting winds
Here hell stands before us
Satan's meaning lost like them
Created by the spirit that was
Now in this silent procession