Dasein by Robert Mc Mahon Lyrics

I sat there watching by the strand
where winter plays its Atlantic bellows
for the living to cry to.

The lost of the lost
ambled in
grief palsied in jointed genuflection
carrying arrangements of cherished sentiment
to brighten the grave
that marked her last descent.

He lead in prayer
white stole on black surplice
the fathomless chasms
on collapsed faces followed.

Along the corpse road
death awaits
with a solitude
howling silence
eternally.