Ravens croaking melancholic choirs As I shovel into the graver the burial soil The cold winds soothe me With their warm embrace Comforting me from my own sorrow
Broken were all the pieces inside As I bury it deeper and deeper as deep as my void The soul that was never alive is now dead Shrouded by filth inhumed so hollow
In a tomb full of thorns So lifeless and pale it lay In depths where no light shone Where roses bled black to decay
Funeral for the mirror On abandoned land Funeral for the mirror On abandoned land
