These Are They - Buried Neath The Willows

To the realms of bliss, you fly
Removed from among us, by death
A marble orchard, awaits
He bade farewell, to time
To resign a spirit, but no soul
To take a home, in the field of light

Buried neath the willows
Lifes destroyer, becons me
Buried neath the willows
Where saints immortal reign

Let us now pray
Evil will settle in the ground
God has set his course, to hell
Satans lightning has no sound
Worshipful master, who is our brother
Guard us from sin, with these hounds

Buried neath the willows
Lifes destroyer, becons me
Buried neath the willows
Where saints immortal reign

Left to die
Fires from high
Left to die
Forever here you lie

Carried to the willows
Where night dogs devour flesh
Hung from a vine, neath a willow
Mourning glory, casts my dust

Left to die
Fires from high
Left to die
Forever here I lie

Buried neath the willows
Lifes destroyer, becons me
Buried neath the willows
Where saints immortal reign

Receive no charity, from a cold world
When the thunders of almighty wrath
Hurl you into outer darkness
Rivers unholy block your path
Bear in mind, when satan smiles
From neath the willow, take his hand