Songtext von Castrum Doloris

Perceive how our shadow and movitz mon frere Within a darkness en closes How gold and purple in the shovel there To gravel and rags disposes From his torment river charon waves And three times thereafter the digger of graves Ended it all this your last groan Therefore movitz come do what I grave Help raise our sisters? tombstone Oh that wistful and forgotten place Under the branches that hushes Where time and death one hideous face Unites into ashes You who never once by envy was struck Although your time came when you ran out of luck Amongst the graves always narrows Enemy there armed with face carved in rock Gently breaking ones arrows The little Bell tolling the grand Bells Groan Cantor with flowers in the gate And with the Bellowing prayer like Tone Hallows those who met their fate Path that leads up to this grand yard Of tombs Tramples on roses fading yellowing Bloom Moulding hoardings and biers Until this long black clad row of doom Deeply bows down in tears Past on to rest fistfight and ball Gone is the love of your life At where the grass yet don't grow at all You look back at your buried wife She from wine and liquor parted today And with her all the joy that kept death away Bottle who will now command thee? Thirsty was she now have become deaths prey We are all thirsty as can be.