Encompassing shell We pretend to destroy what our eyes cannot see Joyful, sweet Hell Funeral rites for the procession of man
Thrice strikes four the bell We pretend to cloak ourselves from within Wish them well Their time surges onward into the ground
Radiant, beautiful death! Absorb! Absorb what the carrion holds as true! Nothing remains on this world torn asunder Extract your revenge for all is lost
The eye, the seer, the tree, the believer Tokens of value from the great Deceiver Stored away for a darker day We keep inside our secret things
Funeral rites for the procession of man Abandon your dreams for all is lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
