Riddance

Revelry with silent companions
Removing the pall bringing them into the light
Watching from on high the effigies
A somber occasion behold the rites
Bodies decayed and now decomposing
The darkest corners of an infinite tomb
Searching for solace where none can be found
Follow the sound of grief as we exhume

Admiration for silent companions
A cold embrace still dead to the touch
A bleak harvest of tragedy
Finding comfort in the grave is our crutch
Incorruptible but now decomposing
Skin doused in oil to mend the cracks
Leading the carcass in a dance with death
If you look long enough they will always look back

A reminder to you that nothing lasts forever
Digging for memories no longer theirs
On this day they are revered and exposed to you
Bathed in sorrow and offered up prayers

A somber and morose occasion
That cannot be unseen
Bowing our heads and bidding good riddance
Clutching while they break at the seams

Soaked in sickness and woe
You never heeded the warning
The signs were written long ago
From Tomas and Jens, Frederik and Mårten