The Procession (Death March to Eternity) Songtext
von Wake

The procession in progress
Withered hands grip the casket
The bearers bear nothing but laughter
Carried onward by a familiar skeletal embrace

This worn out old carcass
Wilted from decomposition

This worldly tomb
This worldly tomb
The impending bleakness we′ve tried to ignore

With our heads tilted to the ground
We snuff out condolences


This worldly tomb
This worldly tomb
The impending bleakness we've been wired to ignore

The inexorable
The absolute
The perishing eternity
Abysmal torment

We are the manifestation of our own demise

We′ve fitted the noose in the hope that there is no reprieve

The torch has extinguished
The asphyxiation of flame
We've poured blood from the chalice
And abandoned our alters to crumble


We've sealed ourselves in this casket
Together, in suffering
We′ll expel all our righteousness
Expel all life to the darkness