Mournful Congregation - A Slow March To The Burial lyrics

Black painted hearse idles slowly, Procession follows at a morbid pace, The pallbearers steady in their march, Befitting this most sacred ceremony Ornate bra** handles clasped By solemn faced black clad men Shining black casket lid Inlaid in crimson silk In there lies your father, son.... A father to a son and a son to a father Now claimed by the coldest hand of d**h Faintest scent of fresh cut white rose petal Choked by the musty scent of fresh turned earth Funereal they march....... Funereal they march....... Funereal they march....... Funereal they march