When we are dead and elsewhere
Without us time moves on
When we are dead and elsewhere
Without us nothings withdrawn

Banish
The light
Welcome
The shadows

When we are dead and elsewhere
A place between lust and lore

I am home among the worms
All we care for withers
Plant me deep within the darkness
With grace and mercy I shall bloom
I shall bloom

Banish
The light
Welcome
The shadows

All that we care for withers
The drought hath pierced the root
All that we care for withers
The holy blissful martyr sleeps
All that we care for withers
The drought hath pierced the root
The holy blissful martyr sleeps
In sickness he will weep
All that we care for withers
The drought hath pierced the root
The holy blissful martyr sleeps
In sickness he will weep
He will weep

When
We are
Dead
We are dead
When we are dead
When we are dead and elsewhere

Banish
The light
Welcome
The shadows

I am home among the worms
All that we care for withers
Plant me deep within the darkness
With grace and mercy I shall bloom
I shall bloom

When we are dead and elsewhere
When we are dead
When we are dead and elsewhere
When we are dead