Song for the Dead - Carach Angren

I sing a song to the dead

From my heart profoundly sad

Forlorn, I cling to everything that is them by betraying their peace

I keep death in asylum

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

I touch their eyes, harvest their ruin, and wrap it in mine to try to see them

I can’t let them go, this day in decay, 'til death do us part — that’s what

they all say

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

I wear their clothes, so warm and tight

You think it’s wrong?

I know I’m right

'Cause even their hair, so soft and fine, once draping their skull,

now looks good on mine

Oh… looks good on mine

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

All good things must come to an end, empty words when death is your friend

I’m living this endless, lucid dream, in the land of the dead and to liberty

Never buried, neither forgotten, I dance and laugh amongst the rotten

And when, my kingdom meets its maker, what song will I sing at the Undertaker?