Hearse

It´s the night with no moon And I am lost This wood is shrouded in mist Cold´s breaking my bones But what is happening? Faint lights coming over there It is the noise of the hoofs Someone is coming... Hearse, a hearse is now arriving Hearse, a violet-draped black hearse Nobody is driving The horse seems knowing the street I think I´m going crazy I can´t believe my eyes And the hearse is laden A coffin lies inside Black cats are its train I follow them apart Hearse, a hearse is now arriving Hearse, a violet-draped black hearse I am terrorized by this silent feretro A funeral is sign of death!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

The snow now is falling slow Grim howlings resounding nearer Black clouds passed across the moon face So that we´re again in the dark The dark brings us a frightful stare In black and the crucifix is still around my neck... Towards the borgo pass Towards the borgo pass In carpathian light The coach proceeds among the trees As it sank in the darkness Lonely feeling all over me Hear the howlings Closing me from every side The children of the night Grim presage of evil rising Towards the borgo pass Towards the borgo pass "Denn die Toten reiten schnell..." Translation from german: ("Because the dead are riding fast...")

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025