The Procession (Death March to Eternity)

The procession in progress Withered hands grip the casket The bearers bear nothing but laughter Carried onward by a familiar skeletal embrace This worn out old carcass Wilted from decomposition This worldly tomb This worldly tomb The impending bleakness we've tried to ignore With our heads tilted to the ground We snuff out condolences This worldly tomb This worldly tomb The impending bleakness we've been wired to ignore The inexorable The absolute The perishing eternity Abysmal torment We are the manifestation of our own demise We've fitted the noose in the hope that there is no reprieve The torch has extinguished The asphyxiation of flame We've poured blood from the chalice And abandoned our alters to crumble We've sealed ourselves in this casket Together, in suffering We'll expel all our righteousness Expel all life to the darkness