Lyrics:
despair
When funeral procession takes all from the grave
This procession march jubilant
Long gilded road
Our one guiding light
Now piercing this terminal mist
Lead us on
Our drums beat so steady and strong
Our
to remember before the horror spreads
It's not the promises, the words they've said
It's the procession of the dead
The long procession of dead pilgrims growled me out
The whole story of what happened in these dreary swamps
And when the blurred vision had weathered
The apparitions tango to the sound of their heels tapping.
A procession of prosthetic limbs and mannequins.
They're all perfect models
face down
Let those days pass
In sorrowful procession
Among leafless groves
May a leaf unfold
I cry with rage
To be remembered with pity
Macabre, erotica, passion
Even in death, beauty is with you
I extol you with loud praise
You will grace my procession
Why shouldn't I indulge
In
Jean
Her mystery never fades
We have princess grace
Her supermarket face
Why do we need you?
You broke the rules
The procession was in
the hill
In an ordered procession of desperate will
It hurts just the way it hurts today
Those moments come, then recede away
Better to accept what you
procession
Swift and cunning
Striking down the opposition
Stand and fight
Resist its might and be erased
Rolling forward, like thunder for glory
at the funeral
Eighth or ninth in the procession
Now it ain't all that unusual
To lose a month or two to depression
In desperate need of some medical attention
Open life beneath
Her glory stains the hearse
Procession watch the rain
Mourns the opposite birth
For the wind hopes to die
Far away from home
Same
The promise of adventure
[Chorus]
The funeral procession passes
Yes, I'm really twenty-one
People expect great things of me
The man of the year whose
A day like no other the fullness of the sounds like sun no other day no other day and steal a way at the procession have they said one nice thing in
river is night
night is within me
and I am here in your arms
drawn in
by this massive flow of violence
drawn down
in this procession of mud
procession.
A little punctured, a little heartbroken,
But not forever and not for long.
In New York, the vagabonds have fled
To your dusty wings.
to haunt you
Taunting all your earthly days.
Satyrs vaunt
Cavorting to the reel Cernunnos plays.
I head our wild procession
(every beast from man
Raise our hands in anticipation
Conquest procession participation
When sweat lies and burns the eyes
Fry the river dries
Sunburn-orama drama
of my road
Bury me deep in the path that I wander
To blind us they stand - together alone
We are the dome for processions at dawn
We wear
resistance
Passive resistance
Believed the lies I can't repeat this procession of hatred
Defeat
Passive resistance
Passive resistance
processions
La plus belle see'est qu'on appelle le Fête Dieu
Jour de l'an, jour des rois
Jour de Pâques, jour de joie
Jour de la Pentecôte avec ses langues
I was staring through the stained glass
Into the procession of a black mass
Saw how subject at the altar wants their life back
The view from here
a new day dawning.
Now the princess is their everything.
A procession to the chambers where they kiss their fathers
ring.
Can you hear the angel
come greet me in his dawning,
He holds the seed of life within his aged hands.
And, in the sky, a vast procession streaming,
Royal banners held aloft
