can you hear the music of the spheres as your last breath leaves
the keening voices wailing sorrow as your airways heave
and with one last exhalation you curse my whispered name
like the droves of fools before you that died all just the same

rest your head my child fear not take my hand
your hourglass is empty bereft of grain of sand
darkness drawing nearer for few defy the fates
labored breathing heavy oblivion awaits

it beckons to me
it calls me by my name
it drags me from my body
slumped dead in filth and shame

extracted from my mortal vessel

it guides me ever onward
to gates of somnolence
my body disconnected
departing consciousness

it questions

can you hear the music of the spheres as your last breath leaves
the keening voices wailing sorrow as your airways heave
and with one last exhalation you curse my whispered name
like the droves of fools before you that died all just the same

rest your head my child fear not and take my hand
your hourglass is empty bereft of grain of sand
silence drawing closer for few defy the fates
labored breathing heavy oblivion awaits

a pall of greif enshrouds me i mourn a wasted life
signifying nothing ended by mercy's knife

i pass away consigned to morbid fate
a cruel and shameful ending for which i could not wait

shed not your tears for me give me to the ground
make me food for star'ved worms beneath the frozen mound

i pass away consigned to morbid fate
a cruel and shameful ending for which i could not wait

i pass away consigned to morbid fate
a final resting place to hang my weary head
for many years i've languished ailing in my bed
waiting for the blessed day when i'll fin'lly be dead

rot away consigned to morbid fate
breathing ebbing shallow
skulking death in wait
a cruel and shameful ending
the hour growing late

i pass away consigned to morbid fate
a final resting place to hang my weary head
waiting for the blessed day when i'll finally be dead
dead!

(lead: andrew)

it beckons to me
it calls me by my name
it drags me from my body
slumped dead in filth and shame

it guides me ever onward
to gates of somnolence
my body disconnected
departing consciousness

shed not your tears for me
give me to the ground
make me food for star'ved worms
beneath the frozen mound

it guides me ever onward
to gates of somnolence
my body disconnected
departing consciousness

i pass away enslaved to morbid fate
a final resting place to hang my weary head
for many years i've languished crippled in my bed
waiting for the blessed day when i'll finally be dead

can you hear the music of the spheres as your last breath leaves?
the keening voices wailing sorrow as your airways heave
and with one last exhalation you curse my whispered name
like the droves of fools before you that died all just the same

rest your head my child fear not take my hand
your hourglass is empty bereft of grain of sand
darkness drawing closer for few defy the fates
labored breathing heavy oblivion awaits

a pall of grief enshrouds me i mourn a wasted life
signifying nothing ended by mercy's knife
a final resting place to hang my weary head
waiting for the blessed day when i'll finally be dead

i'll finally be dead!