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