When we are dead and elsewhere
Without us time moves on
When we are dead and elsewhere
Without us nothings withdrawn

Banish the light, welcome the shadows
When we are dead and elsewhere
A place between lust and lore

I am home among the worms
All we care for withers
Plant me deep within the darkness
With grace and mercy I shall bloom

All that we care for withers
The drought hath pierced the root
The holy blissful martyr sleeps, in sickness he will weep

When we are dead and elsewhere
When we are dead