Obsequies Lyrics

The sun will rise and shine light on the shallow graves.
Bringing light to all of the cryptic corpses.

These shrouds were deemed unholy.

This land must be derelict.

Light the pyre, bring forth the exhumed.

Improper obsequies resulted in plague.

The shrouds were deemed unholy
This land must be derelict
There is no escaping this by ourselves
we have created our own desolate hell.

We must burn these corpses
that have plagued us all.