Cortege

These gnawing hours of darkness

Descending pressure, so it is dark now

Demons of emptiness gather, they smile

Cast a glimpse of what some call evil

Somehow the rain falls colder

Somehow the rain falls colder

Behind the veil, something familiar

So deep, so wounded, too much to bear

To understand when the flames burn to dust

We must enter the room and let one shine to rust

Then the roads leading further somewhere

Losses transform to sorrow

As dwellers on the thresholds, all remaining from us

Memories we leave to grow on their hearts

Somehow the rain falls colder

Somehow the rain falls colder

Behind the veil, something familiar

So deep, so wounded, too much to bear

To understand when the flames burn to dust

We must enter the room and let one shine to rust

Beyond our reach we lay our eyes

On that pain clairvoyance to mortality

And we raise a word to utter

These fires so bright, we leave a farewell

Even if we’ve met before, in dreams, space and time

What did we feel, on these poor and barren mortal grounds

By the story, when our ways depart

Now as we speak and mourn at your Final Sleep

Yet, somehow

We’ll meet again

And until then

Journey well