Buried Neath The Willows - These Are They

To the realms of bliss, you fly

Removed from among us, by death

A marble orchard, awaits

He bade farewell, to time

To resign a spirit, but no soul

To take a home, in the field of light

Buried neath the willows

Lifes destroyer, becons me

Buried neath the willows

Where saints immortal reign

Let us now pray

Evil will settle in the ground

God has set his course, to Hell

Satans lightning has no sound

Worshipful master, who is our brother

Guard us from sin, with these hounds

Buried neath the willows

Lifes destroyer, becons me

Buried neath the willows

Where saints immortal reign

Left to die

Fires from high

Left to die

Forever here you lie

Carried to the willows

Where night dogs devour flesh

Hung from a vine, neath a willow

Mourning glory, casts my dust

Left to die

Fires from high

Left to die

Forever here I lie

Buried neath the willows

Lifes destroyer, becons me

Buried neath the willows

Where saints immortal reign

Receive no charity, from a cold world

When the thunders of almighty wrath

Hurl you into outer darkness

Rivers unholy block your path

Bear in mind, when Satan smiles

From neath the willow, take his hand