Funeral کے بول

Lower her down Into the cold embrace of the earth Chilling wind Tender and cold like herself Weeping grass The spade in my hand My Cold tears Could not melt the ice The frozen shape Around her soul Her ebon casket The white silk inside Close the lid and forget Upon the silent hill My Words go down with you Only flesh remains Nothing reminds of her No sign, no mark Frozen earth Covering her And yet I feel Her kiss is still inside me