DIRGES
& CHANTS
The
Dirges:
Weary
days
Blurry
eyes
Teary
times
Heavy
lace
I
do a death dance
In
my death mask I prance
On
dead dreams and revolutions
Diadems
and revolving dirges
Death
glances over my shoulder
Boulders
crash the running moss
No
time to gather the lost
No
clock to ring and chime
Water
and wine
Blood
and bone
Time
now stands quiet and still
Sands
of time,
Now
dance to the coroner's will
The
Chants:
Topsies
and turvies!
Mortuaries
and cold rooms!
Corpses
and songs!
Unpaid,
Unfinished
movies!
Life
decisions!
Gravevines
of mere confusion!
Intertwine
death!
Intertwine
life!
Death
to the Dirge!
Death
to the Dirge!
The
Dirges:
But
then they all leave me
All
freeze me
Under
the dry rain
Under
the rainy desert
I
remain weeping
Under
the falling carpet,
I
now remain alone...
The Dirges:
Weary days
Blurry eyes
Teary times
Heavy lace
I do a death dance
In my death mask I prance
On dead dreams and revolutions
Diadems and revolving dirges
Death glances over my shoulder
Boulders crash the running moss
No time to gather the lost
No clock to ring and chime
Water and wine
Blood and bone
Time now stands quiet and still
Sands of time,
Now dance to the coroner's will
The Chants:
Topsies and turvies!
Mortuaries and cold rooms!
Corpses and songs!
Unpaid,
Unfinished movies!
Life decisions!
Gravevines of mere confusion!
Intertwine death!
Intertwine life!
Death to the Dirge!
Death to the Dirge!
The Dirges:
But then they all leave me
All freeze me
Under the dry rain
Under the rainy desert
I remain weeping
Under the falling carpet,
I now remain alone...