FUNERAL LYRICS

1. Hunger

Bitter-sweet nostalgia,
Desire pulls hard,
But it's too late.
Dead are all my virtues
And gifts.

It dulls not any pains,
And hard covet
Reaps a poor harvest
In these latter days.

Starve me in
Boneman torture.
Skin-tight lover.
Pound upon pound
Of flesh paid well
With gnawing ache,
And hunger.

But your want lies asleep,
Under frozen layers of ignorance.
Or even fear.

Dressed in sacrilege,
I sprawl in hurt
And wear thorns
Just for you.

Read my scars,
Count my sorrows,
But see me !
'Lest the cruel beauty
In my song face the trial
Of deaf ears.
And that is truly worse than death.

I dance in your spirit
And sleep so well in your arms.
Awake unattainable one,
Awake

2. God?

3. Your Pain Is Mine

4. The Poison

5. Dancing In A Liquid Veil

Tis Blood thou seeketh?
Thou canst hurt me if thou want it.
Burn and break me,
Run your nails clean through me,
For not even the pity of vultures am I worthy.
White skin stings the eyes,
But the soft, red, brush loves soothing ache.
With cold, steel, serrated lips
I kiss myself... So hard.

And the picture painted is one of death.
Skin-like canvas
Yearns and. beckons
Screaming for repentance.

The feeling when flesh parts.
Gaping wounds speaking its beauty in riddles,
A mute crescendo of spewing blood.

Run your nails clean through me,
For not even the pity of vultures am i worthy.
White skin stings the eyes,
But the soft, red, brush loves soothing ache.
With cold, steel, serrated lips
I kiss myself... So hard.

Drenched in surreal pain,
And dancing in a liquid veil,
A constant spray of fading life.
Led by angels dressed as demons.
Sweet are their arms to die in.
But they carry thorns
Thorns that rapture and release.
Behold my art,
The flesh takes form.

6. How Death May Linger

Uniting with the soil
Clasping the earth and its endless mould.
Preserving its soft mire
Underneath heavy lids.

Tired by the weight, of the world,
Blinded by its cruelty,
And linger in my tomb
Where none holds sway

My glistening children,
Frantic with gluttony.
With them I’ll soon have wings,
And together we will grow
Out of the earth.

And with the hot summer's night
Thus I swarm towards the sky.
Drifting in the moist breeze,
Sweeping the earth
Like autumn leaves.

A black horde carries my name,
Nourishing on death
And drinking decease.
But before long
The coup will he of life's irony.

Suffering a thousand deaths anew.
I’ll be raining silent and cold
Out of the heavens,
Making the world my grave.
Aeons have passed
The cycle remains eternal.

Uniting with the soil
Clasping the earth and its endless mould.
Preserving its soft mire
Underneath heavy lids.

My glistening children,
Frantic with gluttony.
With them I’ll soon have wings,
And together we will grow
Out of the earth.

7. Father

Behind an old piano,
Desperately out of tune.
When she played it alone
At christmas
I felt warm and safe
Then...
Even if it sounded morbid
And she would cry

In a room that lay in ruins,
a monument of failure,
reminder of pains,
of tasks embarked upon.
... but lonelt is a man
whose greatest enemy
is himself.

There I cried,
curled up beyond
life and it's tortures.
Felt thir hut.
Things they had repressed.

"FATHER" [4x]

My beloved brother.
I wish I could take your tears,
And save your heart from drowning.
Still every now and then.

I wanted to embrace you
Comfort you,
Protect you
And keep you warm.

It was so cold
you were so cold,
and wounerable.

It would not be right.
You are my father.
And besides they are all there

... watching.

Oh if you would lift your hands
only once more
open your eyes...
yell or kick!
I dare you.
Please...

In a room that lay in ruins,
a monument of failure,
reminder of pains,
of tasks embarked upon.
... but lonelt is a man
whose greatest enemy
is himself.

8. Blood From The Soil

9. Wrapped All In Woe

Tearful against empty heavens
I again bow to this soil and weep
As a mute mess of clouds crumbles the light
Roses of blood, come and dwindle

These watery eyes from where the tears do fall
The wounds which no tool can erase
Minutes long for hours
Hours yearn for days
But this night everything is forgotten

Give me your hand, and my heart is in that hand
Like yearning did tremble a dream of affection I bear

O heart be filled with this trembling desire
All these wounds collected during years in despair

Give me your hand, and my heart is in that hand
This infinite gnawing pain
I have yet to survive







FUNERAL LYRICS