Procession - 45 Grave

Every night you can hear a sound

Every night you can hear a sound

A sound that won’t go down

Pulsating all around

Arrising from her tomb

Late at night, she walks the streets

Late at night, she awakes

Black flowers, black dress

She comes in, in search of you

White faces are for her

When the procession of love goes by

They search for you

Late at night, she awakes

Arising from her tomb

Late at night, she walks the streets

She comes in, in search of you

Late at night, she walks alone

Preparing for her feast

Bitches in black, creature of lust

White faces are for her

With the pain that they unleash

When the procession of love goes by

Black flowers, black dress

They search for you

Black flowers, black dress

White faces are for her

When the procession of love goes by

They search for you

Black flowers, black dress

White faces are for her

When the procession of love goes by

They search for you

Black flowers, black dress

When the procession of love goes by

White faces are for her

They search for you