My Funeral Dreams

There is a light, a flickering light
The eye in the sky is approaching
I fall into the well of taboo
In the maelstrom of morte, I am floating
I’m going down, deeper and down
The door to the other world is open
High court of the witch lord
I got the invitation
Curved blade of the doom sword
No room for hesitation
Like a lamb to the slaughter
I died in the Douaumant trenches
Did the Devil’s daughter
In the realm of superstition
Do I have to go where all the sinners burn?
It isn’t real, am I able to return?
I’m one out of thirteen
Got hit by a poisoned arrow
Three rusty daggers
The voice of the scarecrow
I’m trapped here by treason
And strangled in the blue light
Was shot for no reason
In the minefield of midnight
Do I have to go where all the sinners burn?
It is not for real, but am I able to return?
My funeral dreams
My funeral dreams
My funeral dreams
It’s dark, I’m blind, I’m trying to climb
Up from the holes into my head
In my dream, I stab and I scream
I’m dead without leaving my own bed
When I’m awake, I don’t recall
What I’ve been doing there at all
I don’t know what I’ve become
My mind is gone when I’m alone
My funeral dreams
My funeral dreams
My funeral dreams
My funeral dreams
My funeral dreams
My funeral dreams
My funeral dreams