Beckoning Grave

All fall silent at the call of the grave
Each motion of mind, body and soul
And a secret is whispered from Lord Death’s tongue
As the funeral shroud unfolds
The night has covered the mirror’s gaze
And pale all dreams and hope lies
All but a horrid star atop my tomb
Shines in the pitch black skies
Lucifer! Oh, god of gods
I stand speechless before your fire
As the worthless world fades into naught
I have but one deep holy desire:
Fuck my life into senseless dust
Crush my form into an endless abyss
That I may crawl back into your black womb again
And be wrapped in your infernal bliss
All truth run cold 'neath your fathomless eye
For Death is the mystery you hold
The call of the master, the call of the grave
Is all that chants in my pitch black soul