As flowers on the grave of earth inferno  We are all good people  Dressed not in white we are  Ascendants of heaven  In a symbolic imaginative essence  Descending angels we are  Falling as rain to impure the ground  And to flourish as flowers  Before we wither  With a scent of heavenly dew    As time that gnaws on the bones of life  We are the floating liquid flesh  The crawling sinners we are  Melting the heavens  As death silences all sweet voices  Renders of the clouds we are  Swarming as sinners to the universal presence of the fall  And to taste the fruits of lunacy  Before we fall  Into a devilish exercise