Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Funeral, Swords And Souls, artist -
Date of issue: 12.07.1997
Song language: English
Funeral, Swords And Souls |
I proclaim the victim’s fall |
Now I shudder by the sight of you |
Crucified by my nails |
You hunger by my hammer |
Born in pity, so raised in pity |
And grown to be what’s weak |
Suffering beneath my blade |
As you bend your knees to the dust |
Voices, spirits and smoke |
From the pyre up by the glistering |
Never more was this seen |
In happiness and joy |
Memorize the ash |
Beyond the shell |
Of souls enfolded in blood |
Raining flat, my hands |
Sacramental juice from stabbed wounds |
Born in pity, so raised in pity |
And grown to be what’s weak |
Suffering beneath my blade |
As you bend your knees to the dust |
Voices spirits and smoke |
From the pyre up by the glistering |
Never more was this seen |
In happiness and joy |
Despise it. |
I do |
The rise of mankind |
Seen by time, all the years that went by |
The rumbling of the night-thunder |
Witnessed the stoning |