There is a light, a flickering light
The eye in the sky is now approaching
I fall into, the well of taboo

In the maelstrom of mote 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 devils 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?

My funeral dreams

I'm one out of thirteen
Got hit by an 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 real but am I able to return?

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