For Funerals to Come...


1.Funeral Wedding  
2.Shades of Emerald Fields  
3.For Funerals to Come... (Instrumental) 
4.Epistel (Instrumental)

1. Funeral Wedding

                                Open life beneath
                            Her glory stains the hearse
                             Procession watch the rain
                            Mourns the opposite birth
                             For the wind hopes to die
                              Far away from home
                                       
                      Same death serves all/Spirits of what will be
                                Dancing the walls
                          Scent of silver/through those halls
                                       
                            Shroud of filth embrace me
                            As the statue stares so cold
                            Black blue eyes of mourning
                                Child born to die
                                       
                             Silent tombs wait outside
                         Monuments of (my) dreamless rains
                                Torn by the stars
                                 Heaven calls
                                Burning with sin
                                Free from within
                                       
                 Endless spikes of certain death, come closer at my hand
                       Where they will burn in sin, restless wait
                       The coffin gaps open, laughing at my fear
                                       
                             Silent tombs wait outside
                         Monuments of (my) dreamless rains
                                Torn by the stars
                                 Heaven calls
                                Burning with sin
                                Free from within

2. Shades of Emerald Fields

                          Dancing through the silent waves
                            The shimmering moonlight
                             Over lost angels remains
                                       
                          Whispering through gloomy halls
                           Beneath the gentle soft caress
                              Of dreaming shadows
                                       
                             Flowing steams of silver
                           Through tidal torrents of grief
                            Time was never there for us
                        The final tide took the last ones away
                                       
                             Buried visions - of sunrise
                          Beneath the seas - of torrid soil
                                       
                            Slowly sinking - in the mire
                            Shades of - emerald fields
                                       
                           Our eyes can't stand the flames
                         Single sparkles hiding in our palms
                           They linger before dying away
                               Fading from out sigh
                          Loathsome are the ways of those
                          Who the meadows shall receive
                       For every glimpse of daylight must vanish
                           And every soul submit to tide

3. For Funerals To Come

                        "Through the bleak window of my soul
                           In marble halls of falling snow
                           Winter touch the Earth undone
                     Embittered we embrace the funerals to come"

4. Epistel


INSTRUMENTAL