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Behold the truth of our demise.
Out of ruin we ll arise.
We ll rise from darkness,
from burden – to light with joy.

Oh beautiful valiant, take us from night,
from dark the mighty king
– unfolds as light.
Malevolent death toll, oh so sweet sounding.
Demise

We sing in our despair,
for hope, then rot in peace.
Embalmed with rosescented fumes.

As the shades of evening draws
the trees calmly whistles...
unending reprisal of hope, of hope

Farvel nikker blomstene,
mildt hvisker vinden.

Soulbells play in gardens of stone.
Everlasting monuments, petrified by grief.
The remains of loved ones,
now withering into dust and soil.
Again turning the wheel of life,
from dust man arise to dust man
become.

@ Funeral

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Now the snow just as might lay
cloaking all the remains
shrouding of all the wounds
and sores
of losses and fatigue
with pure, white
amnesia

The shrieking ruin
of a hard winter′s kiss
takes forever more summers
to mend
Rather it lay cold and dead
than revealed in all
it′s necrotic splendour

In days of revolt
I too would carry a torch
and swing at my arrows
But time is ruthless
and heals nothing

For the sun uncovers
by it′s taunting rays
are like swords to lies
life and dreams,
however nightmarish
(are built upon)

@ Funeral

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In our cruel history′s aftergloom
Mankind′s treason brought it′s children doom
The thin texture between wrong and right
Mostly broken by those who saw the light
Up to this day the lie remains
To rid the world from it′s finer strains
Through pills and acid that alter our brains
A utopia they seek to gain
The fundamental laws of our universe
As they are taught us by our greatest curse
And they are so right those who administer the truth
When their truth is controlled with poison to the youth
Up to this day the lie remains
To rid the world from it′s finer strains
Through pills and acid that destroy our brains
A utopia they seek to gain
To save our world from the ones thought insane
Truly the work of the self-proclaimed sane
Evolution has come far enough
Our psychopathic future is set, just learn to be tough
What is the value of intellect and brains
If it is only used to hold your rivals in chains
The human race imprisoned to it′s end
The tyrant of religion and science will never bend

@ Funeral

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Bitter-sweet nostalgia
Desire pulls hard,
But it′s too late.
Dead are all my virtues
And gifts.

It dulls not any pains,
And hard covet
Reaps a poor harvest
In these latter days.

Starve me in
Boneman torture.
Skin-tight lover.
Pound upon pound
Of flesh paid well
With gnawing ache,
And hunger.

But your want lies asleep,
Under frozen layers of ignorance.
Or even fear.

Dressed in sacrilege,
I sprawl in hurt
And wear thorns
Just for you.

Read my scars,
Count my sorrows,
But see me!
′Lest the cruel beauty
In my song face the trial
Of deaf ears.
And that is truly worse than death.

I dance in your spirit
And sleep so well in your arms.
Awake unattainable one
Awake

@ Funeral

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At the marvels of shredded flesh
Unfoldedin tormenting beauty,
A stone fell to the heart
And all was in vainN

From ancient crypts arose
That sibling of despair
Spread like plague inside
′Till all and hope was slain.

Icy black
The beacon of this riverside.
Thread the crust
With childish glee.

Draw night from the domes of heven
And step gently on the porch of death.

Soon all stars will shine and play
Merrily on our skeletal keys.
There will be silence and night
Like none had ever dreamt,
Even in the fathoms of wit and reason.

So lay to rest
′Neath crying pines
When dusk brings rain.
Copper tongue, it must be death
Flooding, my mouth and muse tonight.

Your time will come
In cryptic images.

@ Funeral

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Holocaust, freedom lost
The price we pay, for living our way
Obey the norm, conform or be gone

Please just let us die alone
We are soon going home
We are not fit to live among you
Prejudice makes itself true
A self fulfilling prophecy
When your point of view became ideology
We are no longer of utility
In our new order for society
Only those who comply shall pass
Into your new utopias black mass

Please supply us with the means to die
We are unworthy to exist by your side
Since we became to ill for slavery
Only a burden to society

The morning bell, another day in hell
A master-plan, to those who understand
So many in pain, still their hands remain clean

We are sorry for opposing you
But our last virtue is the truth
You are the servants of the ruling class
Safe when bowing to their lies
Infected with sympathy
We pose a threat to your reality
We are no longer welcome in your lives
So please provide us with the means to die
We are the symptoms of dystopia
Our extinction shall bring forth your paradise

@ Funeral

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She lays there dressed in silk.
So pale, so cold.

Your door has opened for all to see.
The pitiness that we suffer.
Guided (to) where no man returns
or ever will, (it is) eternity.

A spokesman of God
gives the beauty away.

You door has been opened for all to see.
The pitiness that we suffer.
Guided (to) where no man returns,
or ever will, (it is) eternity.

A brief moment in black,
is that all?

@ Funeral

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Here I lie
Awaiting to die
No cigarettes
No drinks after eight
Here I lie
Medication cut down
To preserve my breath
To postpone my death
Understand
This is the waiting room of Hell
How did I
Become so old
Why didn′t I
Prepare my soul
The forces of nature
Also forced me to mature
This thing called welfare
Is a joke in this nightmare
The lights are shut
The doors are locked
I am tied to my bed
Only waiting to be dead
The youngsters are rude
Contemptful to see me nude
What they see if of course
What will soon be a corpse
As my foggy mind reaches out to it′s ancestors
It is given no reply but it′s childhood fear of trolls
And I wait, I wait, I wait to reach the gate
As my role is fulfilled I gladly embrace the end of my fate
Daddy won′t you please take me home

@ Funeral

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The aeons, by they go
They will never let you know
Shining down on fields of doom
Tribulation casts a blood-red moon
Immortality in death
How I long for my last breath
Covering the lands, a blinding fog
Keeps them ignorant of their holy dog
When you hear the cries
Of the ones that should have died
You find safety in the void
In rational illusions truth you avoid
And I thank you for the mass
The word of God is coming out of your ass
They are guarding all the gates
Hell made real through prayers and faith
Goddess of dignity
Shamelessly she pisses on me
Forcing upon me her will
Her stinking leprosy makes me ill
My surrender will seal your lies
Bring me up to your hell above the skies
We died not for your souls
We died not for your selfish goals
When I hear you speak his voice
I understand that I never had a choice

@ Funeral