Flowers For The Dead - Dead Horse

Gather ashes tonight

Kiss the black gound & cry

The final march to the grave

The fate of death to which we slave

Day after day

You fall to the grave

Denying the truth

They’ll once visit you

The grave is upturned

The casket is burned

& left behind all they will find is Flowers for the Dead

Souls in mourning

Casket

Substance of death

Encased in your flesh

Diseased

Rapidly rotting away

Your time

Your mind