There is a light, a flickering lightThe eye in the sky is now approachingI fall into, the well of tabooIn the maelstrom of morte I am floatingI’m going down, deeper and downThe door to the other world is openHigh court of the witch lordI got the invitationCurved blade of the doom swordNo room for hesitationLike a lamb to the slaughterI died in the Douaumant trenchesDid the devils daughterIn the realm of superstitionDo I have to go, where all the sinners burn?It isn’t real, am I able to return?MY FUNERAL DREAMSI’m one out of 13Got hit by an poisoned arrow3 rusty daggersThe voice of the scarecrowI’m trapped here by treasonAnd strangled in the blue lightWas shot for no reasonIn the minefield of midnightDo I have to go, where all the sinners burn?It is not real, but am I able to return?MY FUNERAL DREAMSIt’s dark, I’m blind, I’m trying to climbUp from the holes into my headIn my dream I stab and I screamI’m dead without leaving my own bedWhen I’m awake I don’t recallWhat I’ve been doing there at allI don’t know what I’ve becomeMy mind is gone when I’m aloneMY FUNERAL DREAMSMY FUNERAL DREAMSfonte: darklyrics.com