Decomposed - Procession (Of The Undertakers) Тексты

Misery strikes fear into those left behind
Procession of the undertakers
Removing those who died

Lay to waste my stiffened core
All hope is gone - all life is lost

Holding high the casket
Spreading the despair
Depression...Fills the air

My Funeral
Brings pleasure to their morbid lives
Lay to waste my soul
But still conscious is my mind
The undertaker turns
And he stares at my remains
Laughing at my agony
Consuming my pain

Misery strikes fear into those who have died
Procession of the undertakers
Bury those left alive