A Slow March to the Burial

[00:00.35] Black painted hearse idles slowly,
[00:15.09] Procession follows at a morbid pace,
[00:42.43] The pallbearers steady in their march,
[00:56.17] Befitting this most sacred ceremony
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[01:23.66] Ornate brass handles clasped
[01:39.05] By solemn faced black clad men
[01:51.63] Shining black casket lid
[02:04.75] Inlaid in crimson silk
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[02:51.04] In there lies your father, son...
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[03:50.00] A father to a son and a son to a father
[04:03.76] Now claimed by the coldest hand of death
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[04:35.57] Faintest scent of fresh cut white rose petal
[04:44.11] Choked by the musty scent of fresh turned earth
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[05:12.28] Funereal they march... Funereal they march...
[05:30.35] Funereal they march... Funereal they march
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