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