Текст песни Black Funeral

Sitting on borrowed time, yes it’s true Man in the highest chair says you’re through Clock on the wall ticks screaming in your mind Devils stand waiting, laughing, you’ve arrived Slipping into the grey, stealing your breath away Hourglass out of sand, Feeling the cold dark hand Black funeral Feeling your body fading from your mind Falling in darkness leaving your life behind Now is the time you answer for your ways Living eternal darkness for all days Slipping into the grey, stealing your breath away Hourglass out of sand, Feeling the cold dark hand Black funeral As your last breath slips into the future Is it true? What they said about the prophecies pretending That they knew Your energy is slowly slipping Hands are gripping round your eyes Who knows where you’ll go when you are ending Ending all your time Black funeral