The Funeral March Lyrics


These black clouds above

Will never go away

No light will penetrate

No gift from a fallen God

Will satisfy, hungry rabid wolves

The dark lord is with us, inside every living monster

Embrace the warmth of evil

Bow your heads to the slaughter

The end is held in unfortunate delay

So we suffer

Malevolent longing

A hunger growing

A sermon delivered by seething lepers

Marching ants to step on

The grand delusion we swallow in sickness and longing

A shattered skull to sleep on

Enough to shake the pain for a feeble second

Burning bodies lay cold as they face the burning sun

Screaming for exile

A sentenced belonging