The Empty Tomb

The Empty Tomb -------------------- For you are messengers of doom The masters of the empty tomb When the meadow's frost runs deep When in the hamlets where men weep The long-ringing bells fall still and dead On nature where the bloom has fled Command the darling crows to swoop and sweep O strange and cruel army, come While cold winds beat like a hollow drum The masters of the empty tomb Along the rivers black and cold Across the pits where bones grow old Descend and claim this cursed home Through ancient lands you're free to roam Where all the fathers lie and died The black wing is your only guide Is it not true, this winter's breath Reminds each soul of coming death? Command the darling crows to sweep While cold winds beat like a hollow drum The masters of the empty tomb Along the rivers black and cold Where saints of sky watch bones grow old Leave the small birds of spring to rest Deep in the woods, within the nest For those who have no place to lie But for the ones who sleep in chains Or rot beneath the heavy rains Let your dark shadows be their shroud You solemn, dark, and waiting crowd While cold winds beat like a hollow drum The masters of the empty tomb Within the silence of the night Cry out your song of hunger's bite Within the silence of the night Cry out your song of hunger's bite The masters of the empty tomb The empty tomb Empty tomb Tomb "The Empty Tomb" Copyright © 2025 Rick n' Stolti. All rights reserved. [email protected]