Massgrave

There's no way back
These lives would have ended anyway
They're still together
But there's no talking anymore
The deed is done
And they're finally on there last way
They will be together eternally
But will they silence forever?

Massgrave… Masters of massgrave day
Massgrave… masters of war

The act is completed
The deed is completely done
There's nothing wrong
We're going strong, we're going on
The slaughter's here, it's massgrave day
The end of the path shows a light
But there's no mercy in it
Just like the fire's from heaven
It's like the signals up from hell

They're living their last lives
The masters will massacre these pour souls
They live their final days
The slaughter
Will reach them soon
The end of the path shows a light
Pity there's no mercy in it
It's like a fire from heaven
It's like a signal up from hell

The Beauty And The Teeth
The rather slow and grey days of my childhood
Were enlighted by here presence of my illness
Was enlightned by her laughter
She was so fine, she was so warm
Her beauty was so majestic and great
She had the face of an angel of hope to me
It was so heavenly and pale

Berenice give me your teeth
Berenice, please

Then she got ill and faded fast
Her beauty turned into sickening ugliness
While her state of mind got worse and worse
I was in the worst of states myself
All that remained of her heavenly beauty was
A set of teeth in her glorious mouth
32 gorgious, precious little tombstones
laughed at me in a horny horror

How obsessed I was, by what she possessed
But what caused awful state of shock?
What was it that frightened me so much?
Was it the voice of my dear conscience?
The smell of wet clothes covered with mud?
The feel of wet hands covered with blood?
Or is it the sight of that precious little box
That just fell from the table to the floor???

(Berenice appears courtesy of Mr. Edgar Allen Poe)