On this holy day as the dead doth now rise
 The earth does now weep to the waning skylight

 A chasm of the hollow
 A fortune stained of blood
 A light upon the blackest shadow
 A frigid touch of dust

 Upon this placid dome in the whispering breath of night
 A silent life does fade in it's lonely cries of fright

 A naked mound of frozen hope
 A stilled desecration of lies
 A fallen death upon the Unknown
 A feeble gaze from unnamed life

 Blood taints the morning horizon, a golden silhouette of unlife
 The lost allure of heaven has died in the rot of the Crypt
 Blood taints the morning horizon, a golden silhouette of unlife
 The lost allure of heaven has died in the rot of the Crypt