Negative Plane şarkı sözleri
Ailing faces fall like rain from spires of gaunt cathedrals aboveAnd onto autumnal wilted trees fall grave clothes of burials recent and nearMomento mori, the joyless danceMomento mori, the distant songsThere we stand for in silence all laughter cracksThe open door and gaping shadowy halls stand wide in cold splendor of marble and stoneAnd from pulpits appear faces that stare, cruel mockeries of the closest in life now goneMomento mori, the joyless danceMomento mori, the distant songsFrom leaden corridors below slither the words of all beforeTwelve angels of veiled bone on shadowed rafters and staring downTwelve angels of veiled bone on shadowed rafters and staring downAnd there now riddles unlock with eerie sound and crushing weightAll Stygian beasts, angels and loved in sacrosanct chambers of the pit
