They're Watching Volume IV - Dust Jacket

�It was a quietness that left the dammed singing.
The dead can�t sing, it�s just a deception.
Through a breeze, they murmur their tune.
Is the breeze in the cemetery truly dead individuals singing?
Chilly, blusterous shouts of shallow woes, it�s indeed them singing.�
- Dead Can Sing Poem by D.L. Lewis