Welcome the Warm Death

Welcome the Warm Death, Laugh at the Living



You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man’s son
You’ve robbed his lungs of their breath
I’ll come along for the run

So hold my hand as you go
For the way I do not know
Of life’s play I’ve grown quite bored
Now warm death is my reward

We fools that once graced the stage
Now dead, mock and disparage
You that cling to life so cold
And carry on into age old

While we revel in our graves
To your lives you are all slaves
Hah! Your lone cold living ways
Warm and dead we’ll spend our days