The Funeral – Calvary Death – letras

Blood seethed with anger, counting days and nightsLeather over the body, bracelets for braveryAllienated feelings, locked up with alcoholHead driven by the motor roarHe was always catched in the act with lustHe always had fear in his eyesBut still he was blasphemingSometimes he even wept with a bottle on the handThere was no day, there was no nightHe always the same or without lustHis pleasures and his vacations side by sideHe burned by hatred with his family’s insultsSometimes he slept with the dogsFor personal outburstLaments as poetryHe’s always aware like a beast!There was no day, there was no nightHe was the same with or without lustNo tragedy traces then came the dayWith that certain everybody hasIt’s arrivedThe day of his DeathSouls come, souls goWith all their Lust in the headThen the motor ceases the roarAnd his life pulse tooBut he’ll be always in our memory