My Funeral Dreams - Candlemass

There is a light, a flickering light

The eye in the sky is approaching

I fall into the well of taboo

In the maelstrom of morte, I am floating

I’m going down, deeper and down

The door to the other world is open

High court of the witch lord

I got the invitation

Curved blade of the doom sword

No room for hesitation

Like a lamb to the slaughter

I died in the Douaumant trenches

Did the Devil’s daughter

In the realm of superstition

Do I have to go where all the sinners burn?

It isn’t real, am I able to return?

I’m one out of thirteen

Got hit by a poisoned arrow

Three rusty daggers

The voice of the scarecrow

I’m trapped here by treason

And strangled in the blue light

Was shot for no reason

In the minefield of midnight

Do I have to go where all the sinners burn?

It is not for real, but am I able to return?

My funeral dreams

My funeral dreams

My funeral dreams

It’s dark, I’m blind, I’m trying to climb

Up from the holes into my head

In my dream, I stab and I scream

I’m dead without leaving my own bed

When I’m awake, I don’t recall

What I’ve been doing there at all

I don’t know what I’ve become

My mind is gone when I’m alone

My funeral dreams

My funeral dreams

My funeral dreams

My funeral dreams

My funeral dreams

My funeral dreams

My funeral dreams