Necropolis
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( Lyrics Copyright © 2001 C. Brian Smith / Anthony J. Garot )

I am afraid...
Afraid of the parade
Of marching light
Blinding bright

I don't know why
We have to die
And cease to be
Sentient beings

I have no fear
For you are near
Please hold my hand
Trailing hourglass sand

I don't know why
It's time to die
No more borrowed time
Exhale, expire

Breath drawing deep
Nearing endless sleep
Ceaseless decay
Winter's darkest day

Words not spoken
No silence broken
Songs unsung
Tales unspun

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I don't know why
We have to die
Fate's embrace,
A Stoics face.
Should I protest
The endless rest?
Of blackest night,
No chance to fight.

I don't know why
We have to die
No time to borrow
Yet no more sorrow

I don't know why . . .
It's time to die
It's time to die
It's time to fly
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Terra unfamiliar
New land peculiar
Forbidden landscape
Shadowy gray place

Darkened forests
Bereft of spring,
Silenced seasons,
Unchanging.

Eternal hunting ground,
Game without bound.
Darkness spreads around
Laughter is drowned.

The End of the end
The only denizen
Cocoon is shed
Body and soul unwed

Sar coph a gus Sea
Washing over thee
Boat made for one
the tree you become.

Floating spirits
Never motionless
Endless soul dance
Euphoric trance

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Wasted away,
Ancient decay,
Relics destroyed,
Disorder bestowed.

Spacious tomb,
Forgotten room,
Remembrance made,
Destined to fade.

Begins the pain,
For those who remain,
A thankless task,       
Wear stoic's mask.

Fording the river,
Cleansing forgiver.
The boatman awaits,
Chaparone to your fate.

All mirth devoid
This land to avoid.
Beyond the door,
Relentless roar

Still, ocean waves
final page
Grave soil tilled
Legacy (un)fulfilled