Black painted hearse idles slowly,
Procession follows at a morbid pace,
The pallbearers steady in their march,
Befitting this most sacred ceremony
Ornate brass handles clasped
By solemn faced black clad men
Shining black casket lid
Inlaid in crimson silk
In there lies your father, son....
A father to a son and a son to a father
Now claimed by the coldest hand of death
Faintest scent of fresh cut white rose petal
Choked by the musty scent of fresh turned earth
Funereal they march... Funereal they march...
Funereal they march... Funereal they march
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- As I Drown In Loveless Rain
- Astralic Dreams
- Descent Of The Flames
- Empirical Choirs
- Fading Light Of A Dying Sun
- Heads Bowed
- Left Unspoken
- Mother - Water, The Great Sea Wept
- Opal Of The Stream Beneath The Hills
- Remembrance Of The Transcending Moon
- Skyward Gaze, Earthward Touch
- Suffer The Storms
- Suicide Choir
- Tears From A Grieving Heart
- The Epitome Of Men And Gods Alike
- The Monad Of Creation
- When The Weeping Dawn Beheld Its Mortal Thirst
- White Cold Wrath Burnt Frozen Blood
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