Dalszövegek
Funeral Trumpet

announce the funerals to the still alive world coming from the boreal land we won many nations we are everywhere, we are the children of silver now we are trumping

horizon cloaked with shining white. In thousands they came for the war, that would become the final battle and greatest of them all. The trumpets of

impaled this soul of disease Exhaling these locust swarms within the exorcist entombed Scars from the skies as hell crawls from this oblivion This funeral dirge as trumpets

you think it's crazy But I can feel it in my bones The way the cars and people move Slow and stop all up and down my block I can almost hear the trumpets

impaled this soul of disease Exhaling these locust swarms within the exorcist entombed Scars from the skies as hell crawls from this oblivion This funeral dirge as trumpets

Heard In The Night Among The Mist And The Moonlight The Sound Of The Huge Trembita Is Echoed Away From The Carpathians We Announce The Funerals To The

this night amid endless sorrow Yet the agony of life is now too great a task Though I dear your serene touch, I envy you So let the trumpet blare the funeral