Apathy Took Helm!

When we are dead and elsewhere Without us time moves on When we are dead and elsewhere Without us nothings withdrawn Banish the light, welcome the shadows When we are dead and elsewhere A place between lust and lore I am home among the worms All we care for withers Plant me deep within the darkness With grace and mercy i shall bloom All that we care for withers The drought hath pierced the root The holy blissful martyr sleeps, in sickness he will weep When we are dead and elsewhere When we are dead