"For Funerals to Come"
 
Funeral wedding
Shades of emerald fields
For funerals to come
Epistel

Funeral Wedding

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 (my) 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 (my) dreamless rains
Torn by the stars
Heaven calls
Burning with sin
Free from within

Shades of Emerald Fields

Dancing through the silent waves
The shimmering moonlight
Over lost angels remains

Whispering through gloomy halls
Beneath the gentle soft caress
Of dreaming shadows

Flowing steams of silver
Through tidal torrents of grief
Time was never there for us
The final tide took the last ones away

Buried visions - of sunrise
Beneath the seas - of torrid soil

Slowly sinking - in the mire
Shades of - emerald fields

Our eyes can't stand the flames
Single sparkles hiding in our palms
They linger before dying away
Fading from out sigh
Loathsome are the ways of those
Who the meadows shall receive
For every glimpse of daylight must vanish
And every soul submit to tide

For Funerals To Come

Instrumental

"Through the bleak window of my soul
In marble halls of falling snow
Winter touch the Earth undone
Embittered we embrace the funerals to come"

Epistel