Kill - Beckoning Grave Lyrics
All fall silent at the call of the graveEach motion of mind, body and soulAnd a secret is whispered from Lord Death's tongueAs the funeral shroud unfoldsThe night has covered the mirror's gazeAnd pale all dreams and hope liesAll but a horrid star atop my tombShines in the pitch black skiesLucifer! Oh, god of godsI stand speechless before your fireAs the worthless world fades into naughtI have but one deep holy desire:***** my life into senseless dustCrush my form into an endless abyssThat I may crawl back into your black womb againAnd be wrapped in your infernal blissAll truth run cold 'neath your fathomless eyeFor Death is the mystery you holdThe call of the master, the call of the graveIs all that chants in my pitch black soul