Welcome to my funeral, the first step has been done
In the hearse I lie down and shelter among four candelabra
In front of me the rainbow is still the last farewell to this life
An hail to d**h I'm bewildered about my condition
Look at my body, look at my coffin
What happened to my body, what has been of my soul
Double shade of soul drama
There's silence among those present an
I'm gaining round in burial procession
So I'm not wrong...they're crosses in graveyard
Who cares if they know or not
Looks like the d**h built this place
As to say "We are with you"
I'll come back telling you the story of the cross
All those crosses, talk about themselves
Sometimes they sing,sometimes they cry
Understand the symbol of the cross
What's the secret concealed
There are many things in the place called d**h
I don't know if anything but this...
I rest in solitude with a sense of fear, in an inner silent void
Dead carry my cross and my flame, stare confused united
To the procession of shadows going toward the veil, mortal decay
Is this my new state, or it's the coming one
The real things of the funeral are graveyard crosses
The ones concerning life, or the ones concerning d**h
Again the veil in front of me
Like when I'm wrapped in you mortuary drape
You have revealed and shown an unknown doom
It's a return to d**h's dawn, d**h's revenge
Necrobell toll, ancestral force
Resting with a doubt
Silently deep darkness
Misantropic feeling