Letra de Endless Cemetary
Beneath a shawl of midnight Silence, a howling Blackness where all is remade in necromorphosis, asleep in human remainsWorn from the stones, elegiac word recounting hopes and forgotten lives, for beneath them lies the Dust of humans, the Dust of dreams, the Dust...A coach drawn by the blackest steeds, as befits those who've passed from Life, will bring you to where swarm the specters of Man's best-loved FuneralsThe Laws of Flesh are here repealed: Vigor Mortis is now the Way, so count the black beads of your Sorrow while you stammer your frightened prayersReadjust your vision, see the warp in the Shadows... there's Something wrong with the Dark: Something that thrives on Wretchedness and Sorrow and makes the darkness crawlRain-swelled clouds blot out the sun, damned nor'easter chilling the DarkBranches, sticks, thistles, thorns, feathers, fur, mud and bones... Dying groundA Lifeless Thing of earthen heath, seeing soil from beneath, knows the Need to Summon flesh to its mawCold blue lips frame (a) yard-wide grin that Calls to flesh, to let it in, and thus indulge its Yearning come the unDawnRoam the endless Cemetary of what once was, (where) the Allfeeling is never truly Gone