The dead rises All is bleak, and long gone wrong Funeral masses The vulture seeks and reeks with pride Black hole ahead Bringer of dead Why is the feeling? Why is it no longer there? The clouds now gather Nausea flows into veins Into pains I have drowned you Left inside all the pain Time now a constant self-remain Funeral masses The vulture seeks and reeks with pride The dead rises All is bleack, and long gone wrong The feeling The seasons The fate No longer there Gone the life Demises cries All there is to see Scorched earth, the farewell's here The feelings gathered Aimed for my throat Slashed me to pieces Left me to rot The veins dried out And drained all my blood Left them burning to ashes Invaded their crown with thorns Die, die Evil convictions of death Colored my knife A nail withing pain Combustion of hate Fire No longer there Passion Has all been shed A nail within the pain Combustion of hate