Abysmal Grief the necromass always they answer

When the moon gets a silvery violet light
We use to meet in this old abandoned
Among cold ancient walls and baroque
drapes
To establish link between Life and
We proclaim the presence of a spirit light
In relation with the living before us
Their words are subject for the study on life
Consider the Funeral as a new birth rite
A new birth rite... The Necromass