Song for the Dead

I sing a to the dead

From my heart, profoundly sad

Forlorn I cling to everything that is them

By betraying their peace

I keep death in asylum

Song for the dead

I touch their eyes, harvest their rheum

And rub it in mine, to try to see them

I can't let them go, they stay in decay

"Till death do us part?" That's what they all say...

Song for the dead

I wear their clothes, so warm and tight

You think it's wrong, I know I'm right!

Cause even their hair, so soft and fine

Once draping their skull, now looks good on mine

Looks good... on mine...

Song for the dead

All good things must come to an end

Empty words, when Death is your friend

I'm living this endless lucid dream

In the land of the dead I'm King Libertine

Never buried neither forgotten

I dance and laugh amongst the rotten

And when my kingdom meets its maker

One song will silence the u