Stern man on heavy throne Dark and blackened wood Seated through the night alone Bent under his hood Sitting on his seat of awe Welcoming his Maker Shadows on the last he saw Death, eternal Taker Day is dawning, man is down Sitting on his throne of fear Day is mourning, night will shine Apparitions will appear Mound of earth and mossy...Learn More

Harnessed outside the oxes are waiting Anxious and restless, they're pulling their chains Sounds of the porous and blackened bones breaking As men carry out the noisome remains Stench from the dead is filling the open As burden so heavy is dragged into light Carriage is squeaking and bad words are spoken Oxes will carry the corpse into night A...Learn More