Negative Plane Angels Of Veiled Bone
Ailing faces fall like rain from spires of gaunt
cathedrals above
And onto autumnal wilted trees fall grave clothes of
burials recent and near
Momento mori, the joyless dance
Momento mori, the distant songs
There we stand for in silence all laughter cracks
The open door and gaping shadowy halls stand wide in
cold splendor of marble and stone
And from pulpits appear faces that stare, cruel
mockeries of the closest in life now gone
Momento mori, the joyless dance
Momento mori, the distant songs
From leaden corridors below slither the words of all
before
Twelve angels of veiled bone on shadowed rafters and
staring down
Twelve angels of veiled bone on shadowed rafters and
staring down
And there now riddles unlock with eerie sound and
crushing weight
All Stygian beasts, angels and loved in sacrosanct
chambers of the pit
