Dust From The Aging Funeral

Freezing the pain in my screamsDark figures get closer without a soundWinds caress the gates heaven highAnd storm my bones undergroundI am not dead but I lie in the graveIn the damp soil why do I rest?Have I lost myself deep in my dreams?The time is running so fastPast is an ocean so vastWhen all your beauty is gone... goneI know that the winds will carry you up high... up to the skyAnd when my funeral will be left undoneThe night will become one with your eyes, watching me from the starsSombre mist free my soulI can hear the wolves howlDark figures get closer without a soundWinds storm my bones undergroundWinds blow the dust from my aging funeralWinds blow the dust from the pastAshes will burn into ashes againDust will fall over the dustI call to your soul tonightTo take me to the dark sideWinds blow the dust from my aging funeralWinds blow the dust into you...My broken corpse, I saw farewellI reach the gates of Hell