Lucid Nightmares: vi) Amongst The Phantoms Of Abandoned Tumbrils-Sigh

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