0 Meanings
Add Yours
Follow
Share
Q&A
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 brass 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 death
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, funeral they march
Procession follows at a morbid pace
The pallbearers steady in their march
Befitting this most sacred ceremony
By solemn faced black clad men
Shining black casket lid
Inlaid in crimson silk
Now claimed by the coldest hand of death
Choked by the musty scent of fresh turned earth
Funereal they march, funeral they march
Song Info
Submitted by
bleedorbreathe On May 10, 2009
More Mournful Congregation
Fading Light of a Dying Sun
Astralic Dreams
Suffer The Storms
Heads Bowed
An Epic Dream of Desire
Add your song meanings, interpretations, facts, memories & more to the community.