Funeral March

Cry above a nameless grave
But all that's there is motionless
Angels sob with vermin's fangs
A funeral dirge drifts slowly byPuppets they who come and go
And laugh but smile no more
Evil things in robes of sorrow
They are neither man nor womanHear the menace of their tones
In the silent watch of the night
Evil things in robes of sorrow
They are neither man nor womanCry above a nameless grave
But all that's there is motionless
Angels sob with vermin's fangs
A funeral dirge drifts slowly by