Death Mass کے بول

Death Mass Deep beneath the hard, unforgiving stone in the cold, damp earth Endless fields of frozen stares Stretch deep into the great black continuum A thousand eyes illuminate the mist revealed visions showing the other places unbound by the chains of existence beyond the hated stench of life For we are caged in bone, flesh, and blood Spirits of the void bound to decaying human flesh So here they gather all as one a mass for the living and the dead Robes of black to mourn the dead, shroudes of white to mourn the living A dirge for their steps as the funeral marches on Until the dawn...