The hour beckons raging rain pours on my procession Behold lifes graces fell short of forever The friends that I once loved crept to despair As I decay in an unholy fervor consummate my Funeral Funeral Cries from throats of hypocrites Winds distract my march Coffins body drips with moisture the rain can cleanse no more Pleasing smell of incense befouls the garden of stone Funeral Pallbearers shiver as my soul descends Casket catches flames all rise to defend Spirit ascends from the box I lash out at the prayers At last I am Immortal give praise to what death bears Filthy mortals give me praise worship my quintessence Pay me homage for I have risen to devour divinity Kneel at my hooves and staff light candles in expectance Turn your back on Christ or no mercy at your Funeral FuneralTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
