Open life beneath
  Her glory stains the hearse
  Procession watch the rain
  Mourns the opposite birth
  For the wind hopes to die
  Far away from home
  
  Same death serves all/Spirits of what will be
  Dancing the walls
  Scent of silver/through those halls
  
  Shroud of filth embrace me
  As the statue stares so cold
  Black blue eyes of mourning
  Child born to die
  
  Silent tombs wait outside
  Monuments of (my) dreamless rains
  Torn by the stars
  Heaven calls
  Burning with sin
  Free from within
  
  Endless spikes of certain death, come closer at my hand
  Where they will burn in sin, restless wait
  The coffin gaps open, laughing at my fear
  
  Silent tombs wait outside
  Monuments of (my) dreamless rains
  Torn by the stars
  Heaven calls
  Burning with sin
  Free from within