Lyrics

Dead as the widowing curse of the knife Dead as the bloodless stare Dead as the ashen praying for life Dead as the fatal air Screaming the rite in spite of the end, unhallowed In spectral decay condemned, from below... below Sometimes they breath, sometimes they roam Every man buries their own Sometimes they speak in death divine Sometimes dead is better than alive Dead as the pallid artists' disguise Dead as the mourners' prayer Dead as the flesh awaiting demise Dead as the Charon fare Screaming the rite in spite of the end, unhallowed In spectral decay condemned, from below... below Sometimes they breath, sometimes they roam Every man buries their own Sometimes they speak in death divine Sometimes dead is better than alive Enshroud and await the hour Beneath the ground has soured Shadowless souls devour as the spell benights the dead Sometimes they roam Every man buries their own Sometimes they speak in death divine Sometimes dead is better than alive