Curse My Funeral - Mütiilation

My shadows is creeping on the grey stones

Descending the stars of a forgotten castle

The years have past and war time is over

Are those steps going to Hell

Standing alive there leads me to anger, I hope I’m soon to reach the gate

Beyond which I’ll find a mind of peace, somewhere fortress seems to bury me

Bats are showing me the way, this goddamn fortress seems to bury me

The elements open on a blacker passage marked by black candles

Out in the storms and winds, hiding from the mortals

Screaming as I wish to quit, cutting my flesh so deep

What a great artist dies with me…

I leave, I hope you cry as I hurt you for the last time

You see, as that you’ll remind me, poor unconscious victims

Now the pit opens to me, I don’t even feel my last time’s saviour

I run to the ugly mouth of death making one with shadows

You can already curse my funeral, I still vomit on your holy earth

Don’t feel any compassion, I’ve sinned just to betray god

A spit on this rotten face, I am the Satan’s carrion