Letra de 'How Death May Linger' de Funeral

Uniting with the soil
Clasping the earth and its endless mould
Preserving its soft mire
Underneath heavy lids

Tired by the weight, of the world
Blinded by its cruelty
And linger in my tomb
Where none holds sway

My glistening children
Frantic with gluttony
With them I’ll soon have wings
And together we will grow
Out of the earth

And with the hot summer's night
Thus I swarm towards the sky
Drifting in the moist breeze
Sweeping the earth
Like autumn leaves

A black horde carries my name
Nourishing on death
And drinking decease
But before long
The coup will he of life's irony

Suffering a thousand deaths anew
I’ll be raining silent and cold
Out of the heavens
Making the world my grave
Aeons have passed
The cycle remains eternal

Uniting with the soil
Clasping the earth and its endless mould
Preserving its soft mire
Underneath heavy lids

My glistening children
Frantic with gluttony
With them I’ll soon have wings
And together we will grow
Out of the earth