The Community Of Dead

No, the dead are not in hell Their souls don't burn within the pyre But with eyes where tears still well They watch the living, filled with ire They'll judge us for what they have seen For all the wrongs our actions brought How will you face their gaze so keen When you are by the heavens caught How many sins have you wrought alone Ignoring the unseen, dead community's throne Every deed is weighed by them Every sin becomes a flame Your nothingness they all condemn The community of dead now hates your name Every deed is weighed by them Every sin becomes a flame Your nothingness they all condemn The community of dead now hates your name Every deed is weighed by them Every sin becomes a flame Your nothingness they all condemn The community of dead now hates your name