Cryptopsy - Graves of the Fathers (Live) Lyrics: Sextons of the churchyard Have seen unblessed things; Ground no longer hallowed Has sprouted new graves Descendants of clan That usurped maternity hear whispers in their blood; This summons of the Fathers Adherence to the principle Of "man by woman born": Anachronistic ritual Soon to be obsolete "Forgive me Father For I know not what I do; My grave beckons As irresistible as drawing breath." Nature abhors a vacuum, The same is true to a tomb: It c