Procession

I'm an angel with cut-off wings
Marching in funeral procession
Through un-earthly plains
Filled with silent graves
Blind, deaf and mute
Rotting corpse-filled graves
Catch a scent of my tears
Feeding on all of my fears

In angelic procession
Procession of burned souls
We all lay waste on our dreams
We all fill our jugs with hate
The urns where our hearts
Will end up after we die
In the road of all of my circles
I will finally reach the bottom

Of my Hell

You were my guiding light
Through all of theese years
My Beatrice
Now I can finally rest
And find my peace
In burning Satans eyes

Crucified, and let to rot
At the bottom of my Hell
I will lay poison to all
That I ever loved