Orchid Black Funeral
Sitting on borrowed time, yes it's true
Man in the highest chair says you're through
Clock on the wall ticks screaming in your mind
Devils stand waiting, laughing, you've arrived
Slipping into the grey, stealing your breath away
Hourglass out of sand, Feeling the cold dark hand
Black funeral
Feeling your body fading from your mind
Falling in darkness leaving your life behind
Now is the time you answer for your ways
Living eternal darkness for all days
Slipping into the grey, stealing your breath away
Hourglass out of sand, Feeling the cold dark hand
Black funeral
As your last breath slips into the future
Is it true?
What they said about the prophecies pretending
That they knew
Your energy is slowly slipping
Hands are gripping round your eyes
Who knows where you'll go when you are ending
Ending all your time
Black funeral