Masquerading, the grey vultures

Coalescing in black swansongs

…Of the dead

…As the dead sigh

Therein the quickening shadows

Kisses upon lifeless fingers

…As the dead sigh

…As the dead sigh

…Of always

…As the dead sigh

Over the frontier of always

In remembrance, they are anthems

…The anthems

…Forget not

…For those gone

…Forget not

Never…



Down by the waters, beneath the willow drapery

Cold, timeless prince…Cloaked in raven wings

With two penny moons, passage through the boatman

Across starlit waters, where dreamscapes are golden…



How they lived they will be remembered

We now stand in the footsteps of the anthems

Ne obliviscaris

For the noble souls that were and will be

On…the dead sigh on

Ne obliviscaris

They are anthems

Ne obliviscaris

Forget not…forget not…forget not…never



What waits beyond in exile's garden sings of the unknown

The renaissance of death echoes eternally, all's not lost

Death echoes

Death echoes

Forget…

Forget not