Abysmal Grief - Mors Eleison lyrics

When the night turns black A slow procession of coffins Proceeds through the orchid path In time and time, to the Violet Realm (rit.) Wait Her silent coming Divinate the tombstone Mors Eleison, They're calling us Come on! From the room of cobwebs Where the sandgla** breath resounds Brings us to the Silent Place Of wreaths and knells, My grave... (rit.) Now She silently comes Through astral plains of dust Mors Eleison, Mors Eleison