Petrograph

I bathe in this grey
World of deceit
And the branches of unknowing

Passing of the light
Contemplates the dead
Besuited he gazed
Inspired by disease

Draining the veins
From the life
Of the inner darkness
Squeezing the air
From the throat
Of the petrograph

Blackened mourners weep
Across the rain filled street
Wash away the guilt
Dress the dead in silk

Death is all that I have in this life
And when thеy cry, they cry for the light

With this knife I trust you
Takе my blood, play with my dreams

Death is all that I have in this life
And now follow me to the other side
Dress the dead in silk
And now follow me to the other side

And now follow me to the other side
Follow me to the other side

Death is all that I have in this life