Funeral Beat letra

Gray depravity stabs me
In death-like silence
Shades every color
And gnaws every hour

As the nations march
To a funeral beat
Driven like cattle
To the serpents maw

The void retires
When life expires
We all rush but reach?
Nothing!!
Now reduced
To a pack of wolves
Howl praise
For the insane order

In deep solitude
In fear and doubt
In ghost-like skin
So pure and white?

Faces expressionless
Voices of the emptiness

And the hour grows...late!
White shame worldwide
Fucked-up pride

Night On Earth - Letras

• Funeral Beat
• One With Thunder
• Whore of Man