Funeral March Lyrics - T.s.o.l.

Cry above the nameless grave 

But all that's there is motionless 

Angels sob with vermin's fangs 

A funeral dirge drifts slowly by 

Puppets they who come and go 

And laugh but smile no more 

Evil things in robes of sorrow 

They are neither man nor woman 

Hear the menace of their tones 

In the silent watch of the night