The Burial Lyrics & Chords By Stuart Hancock

Like fingers they claw at the sky, pylons of a pompous foray. Sentinels to look down upon with vacant eyes. We kindle our willing to strive, to remain separate. A farewell to the...read more

My eyes are closed now. No more do I hear their sounds. I lay in this cold dark grave. No more is there need to pray. Death's hands reach out for me. Life's grip. Soon set...read more

Speak softly, My sweet Tell me what you're thinking Let the words fall free Indifferent to their meaning or consequence Cause tonight, I'm a priest Shrouded in your...read more