The fog is thick and the air is cold Everyone is here, but few can see There's a mournful, melancholic song About every life that faded away here Everyone has a story with the same ending Some evolved, others regressed No matter how big or small it was We all ended up here together, singing and playing Graveyard symphony, graveyard symphony A melancholic and sorrowful tune for the beyond We are all the same, ending up the same way No matter your race, belief, or individuality Graveyard symphony, graveyard symphony What matters most isn't how you die But what you do with your life What story you'll narrate or sing When you're playing in this symphony Because, whether you like it or not, eventually We will all sing a melody Melancholic, and become part of this symphony So start living, because it's your chance To tell an amazing story Graveyard symphony, graveyard symphony A melancholic and sorrowful tune for the beyond We are all the same, ending up the same way No matter your race, belief, or individuality Graveyard symphony, graveyard symphony A melancholic and sorrowful tune for the beyond We are all the same, ending up the same way No matter your race, belief, or individuality Graveyard symphony, graveyard symphony