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Funeral march, desperate crying

Echoes spread among the tombs

Bell tolls the triumph of the death

The grim reaper rides the black horse

Opening the gates of the graveyard

Mournful rite! Fake tears from their eyes

Guilty souls hear the inferno

Twisted minds filled with hate and lies

No one will rest in peace

Sepulchral voices among the graves

Dead's faces set in stone

Rotten cross, God is dead

Crown of thorns, dripping blood

Funeral march desperate crying

Echoes spread among the tombs

The grim reaper rides the black horse

enlighten by the inverted torch