From the museum of sleep
Unliving eyes see death's subtle jest
In my sorrow they mourn the past

Yet celebrate their eternal rest

Relieving the worlds pain

In a church of misery
Dampening the lantern flame
Upon your bended knee

Painted skulls
Painted skulls


Warm and close the air runs hard
Around the loyal gravesite
Wailing moon in a putrid sky

Hungry and eager tonight

Our cries pierce their world

An invocation to mourn
Celebration, fete for fate
Of unearthly dead souls reborn


Like a slime trail of a slug
Transgress to the husk

Unburied souls in restful bliss
Bursting forth from crust


Stale the stench of arising souls
In ritual macabre
Drag you down infuse your mind

By blade or poisoned barb

Painted skulls

Painted skulls

The festival end now they sleep

Shrouds of pain another year
Return to their boneyard
We surviving ones await in fear


Mourning unsurpassed
To the bitter end

Broken dreams and broken lies
Painted skulls, the children cry