The Funeral March

The embrace of a dying day Stings my heart like a sharpened blade What's this life but a serenade A deceitful kiss from a vile mermaid All this time we were broken Words passed by, yet unspoken Life is a tragic masquerade A bitter serenade, a feeble parade Life is the funeral of dreams There is no way to redeem All we lost in this scene Life is just a funeral march Grievance and despair at large Falling stars and a rising moon A scarlet tear and a silver spoon Fading aeons and a dying love The darkness beneath and the light above All this time we were broken There's no sight, there's no token Here comes the funeral march Mourners of this life at large Downcast souls withdrawn From the world beyond the dawn Here comes the funeral parade Grievers of life's masquerade Wanderers in the utter dark And their road goes ever on and on