Crimson Moon - Funeral Begotten

The final communion
As the obol of Charion is placed
In the mouth
Viaticum mortis
As sustenance
As survival into the afterlife
As a funeral begotten

A mournful procession
To gather upon the passing
From what death has ripped from the world
To those who've touched the essence
And those who know only loss
For the arms of death
Taketh and giveth away

Pulvis et umbra sumus

Time is the teacher of mourning
Experience of loss brings us closer to death
To fight death is to live
Existence beyond is planted in memories
Which transfer into legacy

Eram quod es
Eris quod sum

The mark which the spirit has made while in flesh
May be written upon the earth
And whence the spirit leaves the body
Its mark can remain
As a scar or a monument
Or forgotten as an eulogy
Written in sand

Against the winds of time
Woe to the spirit, whose funeral was in vain
Divinity is in the fallen, whose influences remain
Catharsis of being, from a life once flesh
A funeral begotten, to honor the life of your death

The journey here can begin
But here is where the journey may end
Under the pale blue light of Azrael
Radiant as the light of the moon
In the cold night's fog
Fathomless as the abyss
Whose seas we all may drown
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
One must find, one must lose
Between the earth and the underworld
One must transcend

Serpent encircling the god of the sun
Guiding the journey of death into night
Of infinite scales
Which adorn patterns in stars
And coil around the constellations

Sic transit gloria mundi
Omnia mors aequat

Symbol of Ophidian Helix
As sculptures of the cosmos
In duality and in balance
Forged is essence and DNA
Death will come for all
Until the god of the cult of the sun returns