Paroles de Heart Of The Funeral
Through forests of crossesAnd through gardens of stone
Over beds of granite
And forgotten bones
Through a wonderland of
Coffins, big and small
In search of the heart
Of the funeral
The funeral
The funeral
The funeral
Under skies of false rain
Upon clouds of ash
Carried by the scent of
Death and fresh-cut grass
Around the greed of Rudolf
Into sweet-smelling fog
In search for meaning
And the grave of God
The grave of God
The grave of God
The grave of God
Under leaves of sacrifice
And the Gotlander's spell
In search for reason
And the gate to hell
The gate to hell
The gate to hell
The gate to hell
Of the funeral
The funeral
The funeral
The funeral
Under skies of false rain
Upon clouds of ash
Carried by the scent of
Death and fresh-cut grass
Around the greed of Rudolf
Into sweet-smelling fog
In search for meaning
And the grave of God
The grave of God
The grave of God
The grave of God
Under leaves of sacrifice
And the Gotlander's spell
In search for reason
And the gate to hell
The gate to hell
The gate to hell
The gate to hell
