Paroles de Procession (Of The Undertakers)

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