Curse My Funeral

My shadows is creeping on the grey stones
Descending the stars of a forgotten castle
The years have past and war time is over
Are those steps going to Hell
Standing alive there leads me to anger, I hope I’m soon to reach the gate
Beyond which I’ll find a mind of peace, somewhere fortress seems to bury me
Bats are showing me the way, this goddamn fortress seems to bury me
The elements open on a blacker passage marked by black candles
Out in the storms and winds, hiding from the mortals
Screaming as I wish to quit, cutting my flesh so deep
What a great artist dies with me…
I leave, I hope you cry as I hurt you for the last time
You see, as that you’ll remind me, poor unconscious victims
Now the pit opens to me, I don’t even feel my last time’s saviour
I run to the ugly mouth of death making one with shadows
You can already curse my funeral, I still vomit on your holy earth
Don’t feel any compassion, I’ve sinned just to betray god
A spit on this rotten face, I am the Satan’s carrion