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, Fredrik and Mårten