Still Born/Still Life, Part II (The Unknown Men)

The veil of the temple is the veil of fear
The ghost priest cometh with ashes
The breast plate be sober and the body be preserved
For the brother of low decree

My hands are soiled
Digging further towards the depths or death of life
Dirt never ceases in amazement, I reach for a hand
My fingers broken,
What use have I for them?
I do not touch, will not touch

The death of life
No desire to touch
His withered limbs
The death of life
The veil of the temple is the veil of fear
The ghost priest cometh with ashes

My hands are soiled
Earth pushed further towards, what once, I thought was my soul
Empty cages do not mend
And once again, I am alone
The death of life
The death of life
Reaching for a hand
The death of life

The unknown men
The unknown men

The veil of the temple is the veil of fear
The ghost priest cometh with ashes
The breast plate be sober and the body be preserved

I am stained with the blood of your christ
No hope of being cleansed
There are dreams which one should never tamper,
Mine is one of these

The death of life
The death of life
The unknown men
The death of life
The death of life
The unknown men
The unknown men
The unknown men
The unknown men
The death of life

The veil of the temple is... is the veil of fear
The ghost priest cometh with ashes
And the body be preserved
For a brother of low decree

Jesus is the shell of egg,
Fragile king of the jews
And keeper of time
But there is a new creature
He has commumion with darkness and light
He, the destroyer of time,
The yoke of pleasure,
The unknown men
He is the dream