The Funeral Seems to be Endless
To heaven or to hell
To the grave or to the stars
The moon is high
Over the horizon
The end of life is near
The unknown future
Slowly rolls to war
Face it with a sense of hope
Witch rapidly turns to dust
The funeral seems to be endless
To the grave or to the stars
The moon is high
Over the horizon
The end of life is near
The unknown future
Slowly rolls to war
Face it with a sense of hope
Witch rapidly turns to dust
The funeral seems to be endless