Skyclad A Room Next Door
I stare at fading visions now much fainter than before Of the faces gathered round me and the clock upon my wall My loved-ones stand in mourning but the china timepiece laughs As it counts away the seconds (it knows all things must pass...) From darkness into light Still in my mind but out of sight. No longer held by space and time I cross the fine dividing line... That separates the dear departed from their final breath The moment when my weary soul is born again in death No longer flesh my carnal cage can keep me here no more I leave my cell of shadows for a brighter room next door. I fracture the shell of this solitary hell Embrace the unknown as my friend Mortal barriers falling (the white light is calling) This wheel of life spins without end. So up from the ashes a pheonix I rise On a cord of fine silver my tired spirit flies To a 'quickening' foetus (the new infant cries) A bright spark ignites with each old flame that dies. The cycle continues - incarnate once more I embark on a journey I've travelled before. I separate the dear departed from their final breath, The moment when your weary soul is born again in death No longer flesh your carnal cage can keep you here no more You leave your cell of shadows for a brighter room next door.