Open life beneath

Her glory stains the hearse

Procession watch the rain

Mourns the opposite birth

For the wind hopes to die

Far away from home



Same death serves all spirits of what will be

Dancing the walls

Scent of silver through those halls



Shroud of filth embrace me

As the statue stares so cold

Black blue eyes of mourning

Child born to die



Silent tombs wait outside

Monuments of dreamless rains

Torn by the stars

Heaven calls

Burning with sin

Free from within



Endless spikes of certain death, come closer at my hand

Where they will burn in sin, restless wait

The coffin gaps open, laughing at my fear



Silent tombs wait outside

Monuments of dreamless rains

Torn by the stars

Heaven calls

Burning with sin

Free from within