From the recording BONES DIRGE
Lyrics
Old white cross at the edge of the road
A bride of bones take hold
Music eerie, the bloom in decay
Winged black creatures in a chase
Poison gardens dead and heavy
Frowns and lines upon this face
The great loss, mourning the end
The bride of bones, hollow eyes of love
The fading note, final dirge well played
Music slowed, the art of decay
Watch them fade away
Fathomless putrid, a carcass sleep
The bride of death, pull you in keep
Alone at the edge of the road
Withering flesh falling off the bone
Red dirt clay, washing sins away
Deathly bliss, the art of decay
Exquisite corpse with the blindfold
Pitter patter weak heart
Dangle in frays
Liquid oozing the wounds of decay
The road kill covered in blood
Rider of death on a pale horse
Crippled gore, the art of decay
Skeletal bliss, the final death kiss
Low and behold, the reaper comes
Lying in a dirt road, withering thin
Mutilated corpse, The art of decay
The art of decay
Death is the road to paradise
Splattered gorey grim
Where everything is calm in nice
In a black coffin bed with worms and decay
The falling of the flesh, leave the jaw behind
Horror on the dirt, the beauty and art of decay
The road kill covered in blood
Rider of death on a pale horse
Grim crippled gore, the art of decay
Skeletal bliss, the final kiss
Lying in a dirt road, withering thin
Mutilated corpse, the art of decay
Final dirge well played
The beauty of death and decay