Resurrecturis - Abysmal Grief

The cold embrace of Death

Reveals us the Gate

We’re entering the Reign of Gloom

Through the violet veil

But the ones who still lie dead

Know the way to come back

They’re waiting for the black moon night

In their charming graves

The closing sound of the grim bell’s toll

Scans the gait of the funeral march

They proceed slowly towards us

With outstretched cold arms

Our existence can turn at last

To an eternal All Soul’s Day

Whispering they’ll return to life

While our goal in life is Death!