"(Cadence Of) The Dirge" lyrics
Onto the street proceed the hearse and limousine
Laying in the casket, the corpse of inner joy
Questioning time all hope for loving died
Greying haze of the autumn skies
Stone cold hearts retract amongst the knives
Within a dream that commits itself to grief
Resurrected by a black wreath...
Why?
Where?
How?
Heaving sob-seizures roused by the view
Of true love embalmed in a box
Grovel, beg, plead for a sign, but never mind
'Cause bliss is now a word left far behind
Bliss buried in a sepulchre
Customized by the hand of rage
The birth of a violent age
Reminds all that abstinence makes the heart grow floundering
Perish the memory
Scream in agony
Love is late, love is late
A sorrow-raising surge
Lies in the cadence of the dirge
Laying in the casket, the corpse of inner joy
Questioning time all hope for loving died
Greying haze of the autumn skies
Stone cold hearts retract amongst the knives
Within a dream that commits itself to grief
Resurrected by a black wreath...
Why?
Where?
How?
Heaving sob-seizures roused by the view
Of true love embalmed in a box
Grovel, beg, plead for a sign, but never mind
'Cause bliss is now a word left far behind
Bliss buried in a sepulchre
Customized by the hand of rage
The birth of a violent age
Reminds all that abstinence makes the heart grow floundering
Perish the memory
Scream in agony
Love is late, love is late
A sorrow-raising surge
Lies in the cadence of the dirge
