Oh, death looms over funerals with a scent of rotting flowers
The corpses in the casket at the altar ready for the ritual now
At wakes, witches congregate to summon their powers
As they complete their magic spells, they transform into harlots
Oh, now the seance, it's in effect
The stench of death
Surrounds their deeper sense
Now feuling them
And now it's killing you
And now it's killing you
The haunted souls come at you within your dreams until thе end of time
Unholy ghosts haunt the onеs who don't repent
At the end of all my days
Ohr what they, what they have done
Haunting your present, in your deams
Making your life a living hell from now on
It's impossible to live with the demons they have conjured
They fuel themselves with your fear
Time of death
Funeral