The Art Of A Mourning Kind - In Mourning

Parading on the pride of others

It is their fine art of slaughter

One by one go down

Cascading bloodstains on sacred ground

The art of the mourning kind

The cry of Gods children, when Eden burns

Accusing innocence

In a Graveyard of dreams

Showing ignorance

To the art of the mourning kind

Undiscovered beauty, the blind men kill another one

Just a fragment, a dear memory remains

In the ashes of another life that drowned

All the broken heroes are burying their nightmares in the sand

Touched by cruelty, the ghost of shadows arrives

And the magpie never used its wings to fly

In the sequence of a shaded kiss

The fearless uniformed got his tears on the inside

All the emotions gathering on the shore

In every moment there is one more failing hour to come

Grey light, in the silhouettes of dawning

The weak are gathered here for mourning

And the barbarian is honored once again

Yet another war for the statistic statues in command

Accusing innocence

In a Graveyard of dreams

Showing ignorance

To the art of the mourning kind

Accusing innocence

In a Graveyard of dreams

Showing ignorance

To the art of the mourning kind