Sitting beneath the cypress trees
Faces masked in mystery
A reaper's cloak now laid to rest
Bidding adieu to our eternal guest
In the shadow of a moonsault glow
We celebrate what we used to know
To the graveyard we walk tonight
Under the stars of golden rite
A farewell to the man of the hour
We'll dig up his darkest hour
Candles burning with a flicker of hope
Voices whispering tales of old
A scythe hangs woolly on the wall
Symbol of the one who claimed them all
He echoes up his word, they haunt the air
A legacy of silence left to bear
To the graveyard we walk tonight
Under the stars of golden rite
A farewell to the man of the hour
We'll dig up his darkest hour
The reaper's task now lies in peace
He leaves behind the night's release
In shadow of deep, the secret sleep
Beneath the soil of souls secure
To the graveyard we walk tonight
Under the stars of golden rite
A farewell to the man of the hour
We'll dig up his darkest hour