Lyrics The Master's Bouquet - Crypt Sermon

The Master's Bouquet

«Death is an Angel, sent down from above
Sent for the souls of the ones that we love
Surely it’s so, for in heaven’s own way
Each soul is a flower in the Master’s Bouquet»
They’ve always said
You can’t destroy the Master’s house with the Master’s hammer
I laugh and say
«I will use any tool I find to tear down his manor»
The sheep gather flowers for the Master’s Bouquet
They say that these flowers will never decay
They’ve always said
«Don't bite the hand that gives you food, the hand of the host.»
I laugh and say
«I've never known a deed so good, performed by a ghost.»
Gathering flowers for the Master’s Bouquet
Beautiful flowers that will never decay
Gathered by angels and carried away
Forever to bloom in the Master’s Bouquet
But they die
They wither and die