Vernal Grace - Outro - Tomb Mold

Spoke softly to frightened men

Insufferable figure cloaks the frame

The look-homeward angel offers rewards

Memorialized and defeated

Rare is the grave that reflects levity

Atop the tomb of a mason

Whirlwind of dust and hate

Processed as a final epitaph

Life renewed amidst death

Memorial is the mark of the diseased trade

Torpid minds live in such rigor

Leaving men openly weeping

Hate cherished the breast it stings

The shame claims the wreck of such a soul

A vain delight

To bury a saint

Leave the body behind to feed the crows

Death-shrouds leaves an apparition walking near