MOURNFUL CONGREGATION - Suicide Choir lyrics

rate me

Sometimes I feel, long ago life took the last breath from me

Life itself, the grand enemy

The white bride of wretched death, did guide me through gardens grey

The fruit of which, would only fall to rot away

Amidst such vast gardens, even the sun itself doth seem so pallid

And the once glorious moon, its pallor so unhallowed

Seven statues of saddened stance

Perhaps the craft of a man still sadder

Fallen leaves of the thrice dead oak

A morbid portrayal of a once grand majesty

What would one tear filled glimpse stand to reveal?

The subtle fragrance perhaps? ...of a bloody wretched death!

Up on his grey green throne

Stained with the horror of a thousand bloodied suicides

Sate the Suicide Choir

Kneel before the Suicide Choir...

Be judged by your suicidal desire...<br />

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Thanks to Razvan