Amongst The Phantoms Of Abandoned Tumbrils

I walk among the creeping hours

Towards the cemetery gate

Where death rattles purr

From ulcerous mouths agape

Past pits of tangled limbs

Fingers pointing to godless skies,

Tumbrils of still expressions

And faceless grinning skulls.

Ay soul is cleaned of joy

By the reaping hook of hell

I am lost in lamenting fog

That none can dispel

In melting murmurs of my regrets

I fade into the un-pierced shade

To fold my palms across my chest

And lowered into the yawning grave

I have become darkness profound

Laid to rest in shallow grave

My redundant flesh obscure and foul,

The lid unmoved with coffin nail

I watch my corpse yonder blazing

Livid flame and sparkles dire,

Bitter ash of cremated remains

My soul a doleful shade afire

I pray for suicide

To never wake from my bed,

But how can i die

When i am already dead

Bring out your dead withered skin

Bring out your dead languid limbs

Bring out your dead withered skin

Bring out your dead withered limbs

Under hell's burning rafters

And solemn brimstone pyres

Passed dark satanic mills

Of the infernal funeral firestone

To wander the hills of hades

And the grim embrace of day

My spirit formless and cold

To drown in gluttonous decay

I see silhouettes of laughter

On fiery mound of hollow repine

Where hueless wraiths casts spells

Of orphean sorrow unfeigned

My guts spilled forth like eels

Slithering from a ruptured sack, this

Loathsome plague has come with the

Chilling gripe of sorrow to drag me

Into the dreadful din of sulphurous

Torment and here i shall remain

Until the hour glass of time cracks.

I am the unveiled stillness of

Mouldering bones, the bloodless

Lustrous gloom where no flesh walks.

I am the wisp of foul shade

Which the foul grave exhales from the

Inwoven darkness.

What have i become! why do i

Wander beyond death? only the

Wreath on my grave marks my life

Once lived.

Doleful knell of dewy twilight

Casting chimes into infernal tomb

Where echoes of wrought dread

Assail the vaulted gloom.

From dreary pits of dreamless sleep

To the uncharted stygian shores

I wear the skin of the dying

Enwreathed with ulcerous sores.

I gaze into the swooning deep

And fathomless waters of dis,

This friendless dolorous solitude

Of thronging foul abyss

I see silhouettes of laughter

On fiery mound of hollow repine

Where hueless wraiths casts spells

Of orphean sorrow unfeigned

Under hell's burning rafters

And solemn brimstone pyres

Passed dark satanic mills

Of the infernal funeral firestone

To wander the hills of hades

And the grim embrace of day

My spirit formless and cold

To drown in gluttonous decay

I ride the riven wave of evermore

Through frowning austere chasms

Astride dread phantoms pale

And mute enwinged phantasms

I pray for suicide

To never wake from my bed,

But how can i die

When i am already dead

Kill me twice again

Bury me alive in earthen grave

Burn my flesh to floating ash

And watch my remains fly away

Kill me thrice

Drown me in tomb girdled ground

Silence my assiduous wails

So that i no more make make

A sound.

Bring out your dead

Bring out your dead

Bring out your dead

Bring out your dead

Bring out your dead

Bring out your dead