Carach Angren - Song For The Dead

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!

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!

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!

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 I'm King Libertine
Never buried, neither forgotten, I dance and laugh amongst the rotten
And when my kingdom will meet it's maker, one song will silence the undertaker!