Oh, death looms over funerals with a scent of rotting flowers The corpses in the casket at the altar ready for the ritual now At wakes, witches congregate to summon their powers As they complete their magic spells, they transform into harlots Oh, now the seance, it's in effect The stench of death Surrounds their deeper sense Now feuling them And now it's killing you And now it's killing you The haunted souls come at you within your dreams until thе end of time Unholy ghosts haunt the onеs who don't repent At the end of all my days Ohr what they, what they have done Haunting your present, in your deams Making your life a living hell from now on It's impossible to live with the demons they have conjured They fuel themselves with your fear Time of death Funeral