Sky red and swollen
A disembodied heart pumps and breathes
A mirage of tremors on the hand of Eronymas
As he paints a nightmare vision of a beast
Astride a cucking stool
And the tears of the black Madonna
Wash away the end of all songs
But you can draw the bridge over the water
You can paint wings on your back
Or the sun in the sky
In the maze forget your hero's golden thread
And let the tears that fall
Splatter the last manuscript
And wash away the end of all songs
The end of all songs
Manic holy celibates
The end of all songs
Plain chains in the catacombs
The end of all songs
"We who are about to die salute you"
The end of all songs
Make ready these our tombs
I must learn to read
Everything is strange to me
Lost, nothing's the same
Gone in every way that we choose to live
The land's turn to dust
Who now can I trust
Ending of all those songs
Sung all our ideal
Now nothing is real but the fact that I'm here
So war brought me this
Signed, sealed with a kiss
Take me away I'm lost
Death is not harsh it is our lot
But hard to die before our fathers
As your ash, spear, stout shield, vain heart took the living
Please mourn with us a while
The Earth she claims your body
Underground
Your our fondest memories
Underground
As one sand's bride, rite hymn, bed loved of the living
Please mourn with us a while
Air laden with ash
A cancerous lung coughs and tries
Hard to breathe again
On the world's climbing stairs
Come inside, atonements served instead of grace
A shark without remorse
Or a man with a gun to wash away the end of all songs
The end of all songs
Hear the screaming dog of Hell
The end of all songs
Howling to the crack of doom
The end of all songs
Brethren of the tolling bell
The end of all songs
See them in the battle room
I must learn to write
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