The embrace of a dying day
Stings my heart like a sharpened blade
What's this life but a serenade
deceitful kiss from a vile mermaid
All this time we were broken
Words passed by, yet unspoken

Life is a tragic masquerade
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
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
 [bad word] the funeral march
Mourners of this life at large
Downcast souls withdrawn
From the world beyond the dawn [bad word] the funeral parade
Grievers of life's masquerade
Wanderers in the utter dark
And their road goes ever on and on