Flowers For The Dead

Gather ashes tonight Kiss the black gound and cry The final march to the grave The fate of death to which we slave Day after day You fall to the grave Denying the truth They'll once visit you The grave is upturned The casket is burned and left behind all they will find is flowers for the dead Souls in mourning Casket Substance of death Encased in your flesh Diseased Rapidly rotting away Your time Your mind