Celebration's Day - Pink Turns Blue

Drawn into myself

Into the maw of hell

Rot and fermentation

I’m facing through

Corpses hang around

Gazing somewhere about

Crying into the world

It’s dying

Candles burn on easter night

All are bearing his damned sign

They are howling

Howling

He’s the one who is to come

Black air’s smelling from his blood

I’ll receive him with a kiss

To be one of his

On celebration’s day

In the end we’re eaten all

I will rise and they will fall

Seven trumpets I can hear

I’m sinking

This is how it feels to die

No one could escape his crime

Just cry

Cry

On celebration’s day