The crowd slowly passed moans everywhere Confused whispers formed a prey
Heavy grey clouds came with the mourn Tears from the sky kissed the coffin
Like a choir of shadows rise our prey of death In these moments we don’t know who is the dead, who is the living… In our heart go by a black veil and in these moments we are the dead… In these moments is also our funeral…
This is the funeral procession and we are all dead… This is the funeral procession and we have never lived… This is our funeral processionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
