Lyrics:
Across the Eerie waters
Misty covered glass I spied
A sad procession, snaking down
The dry and deathly trail
And as my telescopic eye
Focused
procession
You thought you had left
Orikifirus sends down hearses
From the kingdom of dead our sun
Whores to oblivion now are taken
To your promised land
(II)
all you gave me were lies
And you keep on denying (3x)
Once a teardrop fell in my hands
Once a believer of your stupid processions
Murdered my faith
and patient, lofty queens
slow procession of old gods passing by
Below my house kaleidescope of stone walls
and huddled rooftops
small haphazard fields, wild,
hands
Pilgrimage
Through the archway in the city of light
The procession began
I heard their praises rise like incense to heaven
I'd awoken
Such a sad procession
Winding down the lane
What a strange impression
Was branded on my brain
A band was playing endless mindless
It was like
will travel
(bring out your dead)
A woman in black cries
As the deathly procession passes by
And monks moan en masse
Ohohohohohoh
(gregorian
Is this a land to inherit?
Crumbs on the table the segregated people starve
With gleeful oppression the mindless procession
Cast nonchalance out
travel
(bring out your dead)
A woman in black cries
As the deathly procession passes by
And monks moan en masse
[Gregorian chants]
The yet
in love, I desire
Soon it will pass like a slow procession
From far away the shadow is rising
It's calling me, it's calling me, it's calling me,
or procession ?
Do opinions count
Or do they mount ?
The piles of shit
(that the) alternative press
Delights us with.
Critique elite - ill informed.
No
separated them from the
Procession outside who chanted
& sang aloud on this their most
Ceremonious of nights
Spirit of pharaohs – Rise to the stars
Their
of the procession
With a piece of me out of my vicinity
When she took my hand I wondered why she chose to be with me
You know she always read my mind she told me one
to inhale the dust of that dead aurora,
throughout a somber procession of incarnations,
crepuscular visions I never considered ""lives"" --
but intervals
the wanderers' rags.
Under the funeral procession of the prophetic lyre of my four horsemen.
I offer you the pest.
Under a blanket woven of forgotten shadows.
and cleansed
The souls through the banks ascend
Procession led by the waves
The waters embrace thy dead
All sins be measured and cleanse
The river carries
I could find on this earth
And all your prized processions
They don't show what you're really worth
Ya, you leave me with nothing
Not even false hope
Nothing to explain
To follow me, it's easy
Procession of your resignation
Your fallacy sublime
But sweet the tongue of resurrection
The tangled
the silent darkness a cold star shines.
The quiet, static procession of trees,
looking my soul lurking, in silence.
They know me, they talk to me,
they
Funeral procession moving slow
Through the undergrowth
Pick my casket up to shoulder height
Bow your heads low
Clutch your black skirt as the wind
feu à la main, la procession contre toi
Lâchez les enfants de cœur et venez vous battre
Le sceptre à une main, vos vieux os à traîner
Prouvez votre foi:
of the passing time
Unfeigned procession — non compos mentis
Turn on the TV there’s a blurred out face
Nevermind, he'll be in jail
It’s all for the favour
the ground towards no throne
The brightness around to be turned in dark
By scattered procession in gray and black
Among ravens and wolves I walk
Among ravens
albatross
The old man looks upon
the mourners with a fixed expression
The weather spurns them on
a gloomy, serpentine procession
coiling round the city
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