Exhumed - A Song For The Dead Lyrics
The ashen grey muse commissions a new verseA song to while away the long sojourn in the hearseYet all of us who danse macabre to these dour, dismal tunesBecome cold, grim and hard as the dirt upon the tomb...In darkened dirges death's knell peals out it's tollAs another cadaver is consigned six feet down to its holeBut ere the last shovel of dirt falls on the wall of the boxWe gravely offer a salute to those about to rot...So lift up your severed heads, in a song for the deadLife's course ever runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaidAs from our mouths the melody is bled, in a symphony scripted in redLike rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead...[Lead - Mike]The humor of the gallons never fails to ring trueIn this dead, bleak, sick world that we're hung, drawn and quartered thoughAs each internecine instrument plays its own bloody partThe hammering of coffin nails outpaces the beating of our hearts...Symphonic surgery orchestrated, a cleaver conductsThe execrable epiphany comes too late, just to reduce us to chunksRising up from the sod heaves a gross, putrid breathAs the chorus is joined in this song for the dead...So lift up your severed heads, in a song for the deadLife's course ever runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaidAs from our mouths the melody is bled, in a symphony scripted in redLike rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead...[Lead - Matt]Truncated toccatas deranged - raked across barbed strings and hackedEviscerated etudes for the de-brained - plucked upon heartstring stretchedon the rackMedicinal movements decomposed - Regurgitating oratorios obsceneForensic fugues and
