Sigh
Amongst
The
Phantoms
Of
Abandoned
Tumbrils
I
walk
among
the
creeping
hours
Towards
the
cemetery
gate
Where
death
rattles
purr
From
ulcerous
mouths
agape
Past
pits
of
tangled
limbs
Fingers
pointing
to
godless
skies,
Tumbrils
of
still
expressions
And
faceless
grinning
skulls.
Ay
soul
is
cleaned
of
joy
By
the
reaping
hook
of
hell
I
am
lost
in
lamenting
fog
That
none
can
dispel
In
melting
murmurs
of
my
regrets
I
fade
into
the
un-pierced
shade
To
fold
my
palms
across
my
chest
And
lowered
into
the
yawning
grave
I
have
become
darkness
profound
laid
to
rest
in
shallow
grave
my
redundant
flesh
obscure
and
foul,
the
lid
unmoved
with
coffin
nail
I
watch
my
corpse
yonder
blazing
livid
flame
and
sparkles
dire,
bitter
ash
of
cremated
remains
my
soul
a
doleful
shade
afire
I
pray
for
suicide
to
never
wake
from
my
bed,
but
how
can
I
die
when
I
am
already
dead
[Chorus]
Bring
out
your
dead
withered
skin
Bring
out
your
dead
languid
limbs
Bring
out
your
dead
withered
skin
Bring
out
your
dead
withered
limbs
Under
hell's
burning
rafters
and
solemn
brimstone
pyres
passed
dark
satanic
mills
of
the
infernal
funeral
Firestone
to
wander
the
hills
of
Hades
and
the
grim
embrace
of
day
my
spirit
formless
and
cold
to
drown
in
gluttonous
decay
I
see
silhouettes
of
laughter
on
fiery
mound
of
hollow
repine
where
hueless
wraiths
casts
spells
of
Orphean
sorrow
unfeigned
[Narration]
My
guts
spilled
forth
like
eels
slithering
from
a
ruptured
sack,
this
loathsome
plague
has
come
with
the
chilling
gripe
of
sorrow
to
drag
me
into
the
dreadful
din
of
sulphurous
torment
and
here
I
shall
remain
until
the
hour
glass
of
time
cracks.
I
am
the
unveiled
stillness
of
mouldering
bones,
the
bloodless
lustrous
gloom
where
no
flesh
walks.
I
am
the
wisp
of
foul
shade
which
the
foul
grave
exhales
from
the
inwoven
darkness.
What
have
I
become!
why
do
I
wander
beyond
death?
Only
the
wreath
on
my
grave
marks
my
life
once
lived.
Doleful
knell
of
dewy
twilight
casting
chimes
into
infernal
tomb
where
echoes
of
wrought
dread
assail
the
vaulted
gloom.
From
dreary
pits
of
dreamless
sleep
to
the
uncharted
Stygian
shores
I
wear
the
skin
of
the
dying
enwreathed
with
ulcerous
sores.
I
gaze
into
the
swooning
deep
and
fathomless
waters
of
dis,
this
friendless
dolorous
solitude
of
thronging
foul
abyss
I
see
silhouettes
of
laughter
on
fiery
mound
of
hollow
repine
where
hueless
wraiths
casts
spells
of
Orphean
sorrow
unfeigned
Under
hell's
burning
rafters
and
solemn
brimstone
pyres
passed
dark
satanic
mills
of
the
infernal
funeral
Firestone
to
wander
the
hills
of
Hades
and
the
grim
embrace
of
day
my
spirit
formless
and
cold
to
drown
in
gluttonous
decay
I
ride
the
riven
wave
of
evermore
through
frowning
austere
chasms
astride
dread
phantoms
pale
and
mute
enwinged
phantasms
I
pray
for
suicide
to
never
wake
from
my
bed,
but
how
can
I
die
when
I
am
already
dead
Kill
me
twice
again
bury
me
alive
in
earthen
grave
burn
my
flesh
to
floating
ash
and
watch
my
remains
fly
away
Kill
me
thrice
drown
me
in
tomb
girdled
ground
silence
my
assiduous
wails
so
that
I
no
more
make
make
a
sound.
Bring
out
your
dead
Bring
out
your
dead
Bring
out
your
dead
Bring
out
your
dead
Bring
out
your
dead
Bring
out
your
dead