From the museum of sleep Unliving eyes see d**h's subtle jest In my sorrow they mourn the past Yet celebrate their eternal rest Relieving the worlds pain In a church of misery Dampening the lantern flame Upon your bended knee Painted skulls Painted skulls Warm and close the air runs hard Around the loyal gravesite Wailing moon in a putrid sky Hungry and eager tonight Our cries pierce their world An invocation to mourn Celebration, fete for fate Of unearthly dead souls reborn Like a slime trail of a slug Transgress to the husk Unburied souls in restful bliss Bursting forth from crust Stale the stench of arising souls In ritual macabre Drag you down infuse your mind By blade or poisoned barb Painted skulls Painted skulls The festival end now they sleep Shrouds of pain another year Return to their boneyard We surviving ones await in fear Mourning unsurpa**ed To the bitter end Broken dreams and broken lies Painted skulls, the children cry