The Red Funeral
- Sigh (2010)You are listening to the song The Red Funeral by Sigh, writer by Sigh in album Scenes From Hell. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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- Prelude To The Oracle - Sigh
- L'Art De Mourir - Sigh
- The Red Funeral - Sigh
- The Summer Funeral - Sigh
- Vanitas - Sigh
- Scenes From Hell - Sigh
Lyrics
The skies are red, so are the dead
Annihilation by incineration
Fiery hell, the midnight funeral held
As the black smokes reach the sky
They shouted out
I heard but I had to cover my ears
Though my ears are already deafened by fears
I still had to cover my ears.
They want it all, they'll take it all
From the victim of reality
Born cursed, raised in lies
Though I'll die with bestiality
They call it a sin, they call (it) a crime
Even the stain of blood
Fear the reaper, curse the deceivers with a spell
See the cauldron in hell.
Do you believe what I tell you?
All my blood now swallowed in fire
See my torment in my eyes that are dead
See my torment in my lies, (oh) so bale!
Do you believe what I tell you?
In the soulless grave where nobody sleeps
I fear the reaper
I curse the deceivers
But where is the curse?
Feel the fear's birth.
Do you think I'm the only one to be lost
On the path they paved with the past?
Do you think I'm the only one to know
The truth, few, or none has ever seen?
Do you think I'm the only one to go
On the path they paved with their prey?
Do you think I'm the only one
Do you think I'm the only one?
Die blind, death behind you will die
In the scorching nightmare, the smoke fills the air
A funeral in red, black are the dead
Die blind, death behind you will die
The fire storms everywhere
The fear spreads to hell we're led.
Under their crooked claws
Comes death, so cold and clean
The ring-giver is now a bringer of disaster
A bringer of misery, a bringer of misfortune.
They preyed my blood
It's black and bleak
It's the blood of (the) beast born just to feed
I prey my heart to play my part
I know it's just a fairytale untold in pain
To breed the sheep and destroy the seeds
The seeds that I sow I'll have to reap myself
Forced to bleed to feed their greed
This is a mass funeral in red!
Vice on virtue
Victory on vanity
Fire is so cold though my blood is boiling in my veins
Vice on virtue
Victory on vanity
Answer me now
I will laugh in pain.
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