Let the Funeral Begin - Beati Mortui

Today the coins are counted

On your eyes they lay

Veins dried, they ornaments became

On the skin, so white, so stained

In your sickness you felt grace

On your weakest you felt hate

You felt hate

Let the funeral begin

Let the dressed up killers in

This is the final masquerade

Bring the Body on estrate

Let the funeral begin

Let the funeral begin

Let the funeral begin

Let the funeral begin!

This is the last time

Mask is putted down

Theatre closed, released

Is the ghost

When the hearts are weighted

On your knees you prey

Sins long forgotten

On your shoulder stay

In your sickness you felt grace

On your weakest you felt hate

You felt hate

Let the funeral begin

Let the clowns and sinners in

This is the final barricade

Bring the Body on parade

Let the funeral begin

Let the funeral begin

Let the funeral begin

Let the funeral begin!

This is the last time

Mask is putted down

Theatre closed

Released is the ghost

When the spirit gets unchained

On the solid ground you stay

Under burden of this play

You shall decay

In your sickness you felt grace

On your weakest you felt hate

You felt hate

Let the funeral begin

Let the liars, stabbers in

This is the final serenade

Bring the Body, celebrate

Let the funeral begin

Let the funeral begin

Let the funeral begin

Let the funeral begin!