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 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 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 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!