Our dead lie in a long row: women and children, young and old.
Beyond, where only the dead lie, is a pocket carved with runes, the signs of time's passing.
About your situation, I mean - for there's trouble brewing, son, and the dead lie uneasy in their graves.
The dead lie in the wide open green area all around the cross, which is inscribed:
The dead lie there, in the silence of the jungle, and we who came through it want to forget it.
He reportedly said, "My lands are where my dead lie buried."
"You should let the dead lie in peace."
The remains of the dead lie in a crypt below the portico.
And even that is not easy, for many of the dead lie trapped by concrete slabs.
You ought to let the dead lie where they fall.