A Song For The Dead Lyrics - Exhumed

The ashen grey muse commissions a new verse 

A song to while away the long sojourn in the hearse 

Yet all of us who danse macabre to these dour, dismal tunes 

Become cold, grim and hard as the dirt upon the tomb 

In darkened dirges death's knell peals out it's toll 

As another cadaver is consigned six feet down to its hole 

But ere the last shovel of dirt falls on the wall of the box 

We gravely offer a salute to those about to rot 

So lift up your severed heads, in a song for the dead 

Life's course ever runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid 

As from our mouths the melody is bled, in a symphony scripted in red 

Like rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead 

Related 

23 Boy Band Slow Jams That Made You Believe In Love 

Get To Know Cardi B And Her Unstoppable Hit 'Bodak Yellow' 

Listen To Sam Smith's Triumphant Return With "Too Good At Goodbyes" 

The humor of the gallons never fails to ring true 

In this dead, bleak, sick world that we're hung, drawn and quartered though 

As each internecine instrument plays its own bloody part 

The hammering of coffin nails outpaces the beating of our hearts 

Symphonic surgery orchestrated, a cleaver conducts 

The execrable epiphany comes too late, just to reduce us to chunks 

Rising up from the sod heaves a gross, putrid breath 

As the chorus is joined in this song for the dead 

So lift up your severed heads, in a song for the dead 

Life's course ever runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid 

As from our mouths the melody is bled, in a symphony scripted in red 

Like rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead 

Photos 

Truncated toccatas deranged, raked across barbed strings and hacked 

Eviscerated etudes for the de-brained, plucked upon heartstring stretched 

On the rack 

Medicinal movements decomposed 

Regurgitating oratorios obscene 

Forensic fugues and de-boned 

Mutilating the melody's method and means 

The crepitated coda dies in mid-refrain 

As the sheet-music is obscured by a sanguine scarlet stain 

Shattered stave lodged in your split-open splattered brain 

The ruptured meter falters as the bow is fretted once again 

Acrid arias are screeched 

The bloated thorax is breached 

Abrading viscera with bleach 

Grotesquely gavage the deceased 

Cleaving the clef 

Broken notes bleed into a mess 

Falling on ears so deaf 

So it ever is in death 

Carbonized cantatas corrupt, ringing out, sewing seeds of dischord and 

Dismay 

Suppurated sonatas erupt, Purulent pizzicatos slicing every which way 

The truncated cadence is sundered, Bloody scraps of sheet music 

Unintellibly scrawled 

Threnodies resonate six feet under, To where all life's fractured melodies 

Will finally resolve 

The symphonic slaughter's swells without restraint 

As the cacophonous cadenza splits your eardrums clean in twain 

The repugnant orchestra pit an abattoir of death and pain 

The hatchet falls in sharp staccato until everyone is slain