Imprimer - Paroles Mania

It´s the night with no moon
And I am lost
This wood is shrouded in mist
Cold´s breaking my bones
But what is happening?
Faint lights coming over there
It is the noise of the hoofs
Someone is coming...

Hearse, a hearse is now arriving
Hearse, a violet-draped black hearse

Nobody is driving
The horse seems knowing the street
I think I´m going crazy
I can´t believe my eyes
And the hearse is laden
A coffin lies inside
Black cats are its train
I follow them apart

Hearse, a hearse is now arriving
Hearse, a violet-draped black hearse

I am terrorized by this silent feretro
A funeral is sign of death!

From Paroles Mania