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Procession of mourning.

Led through the gates,

A season of harvest.

It comes to pass,

Procession of mourning,

Chariot of lifeless rot.

For the living,

Thy tomb awaits.

A bell tolls for one,

A bell tolls for all.

Sullen ring through bitter rain,

Wash away the dust.

The smell of the earth,

The weight of the corpse,

Ritual performance of grief.

Commit to the ground,

Fleeting memories,

Turning to fog on the path.

Everything grows cold.

Procession of mourning.

Led through the gates,

A season of harvest.

It comes to pass,

Procession of mourning,

Chariot of lifeless rot.

For the living,

Thy tomb awaits.