Funeral Time - Wine from Tears

It’s raining cats and dogs

The cemetery is embraced by the fog

Night of dead babies, would you cross the line

Until the dawn, until the dawn

Rise of your black rose

It’s funeral time

It is closing curse

No time to cry

When bitter moon turns red for beast

Ten sharpened nails against you fists

Your tomb is ready, you’re hurted swan

It’s funeral time, lay down, come on

Rise of your black rose

It’s funeral time

It is closing curse

No time to cry

Close your eyes for the one last time

No mercy here, inside the line

Fallen angels sing infernal song

You will turn into a dead black swan

Like wicked serpent on the apple tree

Satan’s womb will born you free

A poisoned virgin’s suicide

It’s funeral time, no time to hide

Rise of your black rose

It’s funeral time

It is closing curse

No time to cry

Now you are buried by your dreadful sins

Raven whispers silent: «six six six»

Crimson tears keep falling on the ground

Every midnight is the funeral time