The Sexton’s Spade

Countless, an infinitude of paths lead to your threshold
The doors to your hall are open wide
Frozen, the kiss you bestow upon your lovers
Faithful, till the end of the age

Sexton
With hallowed earth
Baptize us all

Like incense, our prayers rise ever before thee
Casting all crowns, bending the knee
The idols that have misled man’s heart and clouded his vision
Wither like grass and scatter like sheep

Fear of thee
Gave birth to mankind’s faith
You arе the source
The еssence of deity

Faceless, the throng is assembled within your mansion
Never to speak nor to depart
Silent, beholding your face and your ghastly pallor
O Mistress Death, Goddess of All

Sexton
With hallowed earth
Baptize us all
Celebrant
The Spade’s work unceasing
In filling the void

Within this realm of dreamless sleep
No names exist, no gods are invoked

Within this realm of dreamless sleep
No names exist, no gods are invoked