Sadistic Funeral

Slower steps Heavily pounding Onto the stony ground With the feeling of the nails Penetrating flesh To the bones Slow steps Carrying the crowd of bodies On the backs Wounds from whips Drenched in salt solutions All the two-faced hypocrites Who befooled me and kept me in the dark It's my pleasure to see them bleed Now in the procession They pretend compassion As the punches to faces From underworld forces Get stronger However screams and helpless cries Praying for letting go And the relief from pain Not finding the hearer I keep the guard Above your false sights My soul Is incarnated into a bird With black wings Before you exhale For the last time On the treshold Of greatest pain You go blind Although you already were For a long time When I fly down to you