Funeral - Snowcrowned


I thrive in my frozen garden 
The fullmoon is mine to caress 
To kiss and embrace 
And in deep delight, I roam the night 

The careless father's words of "love" 
Even dead people talk 
I caress not beds of roses 
For I know them not, love is dead 
All forgot 

Pleasure to the swine 
No, pleasure is mine 
For old swine they die 
I wish them not goodbye

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