Tombeau
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Exiled
Posthumous
But still this feeling lingers
A sad testament to the only constants
Of time and death
In coffins I'm aging
Yet still I walk the earth
In the mouths of honest men
That speak of my return
Arise and praise
We're in the Houses of Auto-da-Fe
We clearly sacrifice in his name
Under the auspices of infinite flames
Line my grave with funeral spray and with memories
With memories of better days
Light my effigy
A beacon it may become
For safe passage through this enfilade
As they prayed in flames
Algor mortis as plain as day
I welcome death
Tailor made antibody with catafalque drapes
A resting place where spirits feign
At the notion of being saved
In my grave I lay abstract
Roam forever intact
Just to keep you reaching
Could you ever find me now
Nude like undressed wounds
Grotesque renditions of bodies in a tomb
Nude like undress wounds
Grotesque renditions a body now exhumed
The only path that I cross
Carved out and inverted
The only path that I cross
On this path I am your servant