Majestic Downfall - Veins

The dead rises
All is bleak, and long gone wrong
Funeral masses
The vulture seeks and reeks with pride

Black hole ahead
Bringer of dead

Why is the feeling?
Why is it no longer there?

The clouds now gather
Nausea flows into veins
Into pains

I have drowned you
Left inside all the pain
Time now a constant self-remain

Funeral masses
The vulture seeks and reeks with pride
The dead rises
All is bleack, and long gone wrong

The feeling
The seasons
The fate
No longer there

Gone the life
Demises cries
All there is to see
Scorched earth, the farewell's here

The feelings gathered
Aimed for my throat
Slashed me to pieces
Left me to rot

The veins dried out
And drained all my blood
Left them burning to ashes
Invaded their crown with thorns
Die, die

Evil convictions of death
Colored my knife
A nail withing pain
Combustion of hate

Fire
No longer there
Passion
Has all been shed
A nail within the pain
Combustion of hate