As We Are

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