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White rose of death

Black box of bones

This coffin is my song

A lifeless wreath

On a mossy bed of cold

This tomb is now a tongue

Ruthless mirror of stone

Living monument of decay

A bitter truth

And a foreshadow

Of what you shall become

This rotten fruit

For some, a dinner and a show

But for most, just a lesson

The language may have changed

But the message is the same

As you are, we once were

As we are, so shall you be

As you are, we once were

As we are, so shall you be

White rose of death

Black birch of blood

Three psalms on wings of mould

A lecture on rebirth

From a clergy of decay

Each worm is a sermon

Echoes too old to hear

But the message is loud and clear

As you are, we once were

As we are, so shall you be

As you are, we once were

As we are, so shall you be

As you are, we once were

As we are, so shall you be

As you are, we once were

As we are, so shall you be

As you are, we once were

As we are, so shall you be

As you are, we once were

As we are, so shall you be