Rite of Shrouds
Consecrate the ceremony
Or bear the oblation
See you this maiden whore
With whom you wish to copulate

You see her beauty
I see the skull beneath the skin
I smell the fragrant dusk of graves
And the yellowed linen

"Calamity of fate!"
The portents cry
She longs to join the earth

Until all is but an elysian field
A desolate, echoing cinerarium
Rattled by the winter winds

Merciless, I raise the cup
And I beseech it be filled
I am the celebrant
In this rite of shrouds

We abscond to ashes
And dust occludes us all
We abscond to ashes
And dust occludes us all
We abscond to ashes
And dust occludes us all
And dust occludes us all

And dust occludes us all
And dust occludes us all