Skepticism - Backward Funeral And The Raven lyrics

I turned around The path was gone Took a step back Fell on my face Fully covered Up by the woods On a carpet Of thick moss The sun Filling half Of the horizon Rays drew warmth From my skin I turned towards My right arm A shadow cast a raven On the top Of a pine Inhaling A monotonous song Down a rasp throat As it landed away Black flowers Withering in bloom Facing each other With nothing to say Growing down To the depths Of ground I laid back On a slow wave, Calm, stormy sea A crew, Rowing a coffin across The shores were gone Waves forgotten A rain Like nails Glittering in the sunlight Fell on an iron armada Of grey clouds On the sky I sunk Thick water Filling my lungs With pleasure Sinking deeper I was awaken Fell up on my feet Numb fingers Turning around The path before me Led somewhere