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The Funeral procession is leaving,

I'm in my coffin sleeping

But I'm awake, inside a dream

my body in grave, mind in this forestry

out here it's dark, but clearly I see

I can feel these gravelands replacing reality

But I seek not Brocéliande trees

spit curse upon thy leaves

and I seek not immortal dreams,

...just sleep

So out here in these dreamlands

I wait for my lady

the mistress of the gravelands

to come and save me...

...from my dreams, I can't escape

my body from grave, mind from forestry

I used to sleep so peacefully and without

dream but now I see

The Oaken Guillotine

and it speaks to me...

Seek not Brocéliande trees

spit curse upon thy leaves

and I seek not immortal dreams,

just sleep...

I submit to your whip, lady of the grave

queen of death and reaper of life

I submit your whip, lady of the grave

oh won't you kiss my lips tonight!

Because I just want to die,

please don't make me live tonight

I know it's not my time,

but I don't want to live tonight

Is it blasphemy that's brought me here?

is it because of my sins that I'm still here?

it's twelve and I'm still standing,

the trouble is my coffin's empty