Ceremony of the Shroud Lyrics

cracked skin, yellow jaundice, teeming fog
all of the youth stolen from his face
by something unseen but not unknown
bequeathing proverbial secrets
ceremonial; the scent of fine oils
harken the voices of the blind choir
a figure of shadow complete with trench and brim
bizarre monologues; sickening sacraments
the bliss of the syringe
a doped mirage of sea calm creeps
do not remove his shroud or you shall vex him from his sleep
where he has gone you cannot follow