Текст песни Black Funeral March

Cringing at the thought of dealing with your loss With each new day leading to more devastation Waiting for the call "I'm sorry...he's gone" All that seems to be is suffering Weeping, frustration, maybe denial Shopping for caskets Void of real life when you're losing another's Bow your head and clear your thoughts This will be a funeral march Void of real life when losing another's Victim to a heinous crime Why him? Torture. Bloodshed. Why him? People are sick and that wont change Revolting actions lead to this pain But to overcome a pain so fierce? How does one continue on in life? One just does, simply does Nothing can pay back the price of a life This is a black funeral march This isn't the end