Pax Cecilia - The Tomb Song lyrics

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Some requiem must be composed

For spirits still weighted to this world.

A man makes love to sorrow

When the sacred jaws of restlessness

Bring him only burden

When his truths are moths in mist

They whisper "oh! apotheosis. oh holy bulb of light."

He learns that it is shadow, not just darkness

That gives form to night.

But before we're gone we will put some definition to freedom, to the divine

Our throats, our strings all wild in vibration

And with that sound we will bring the air to flames!