Funeral March in The Accursed

Let it begin

You see the pain that surrounds me,
I join the funeral march,
Let the harvest begin for
the blood of the young,
when all is said and done,
You feel....hope...fade...away.

Fuel, the fires of the day,
this never fades, as my heart begins to
stand ablaze, fear the flames.

Your hate is one that consumes me,
The dark plays tricks on your mind,
let the fires flow,
from the flames from below,
my heart will never feel pain inside,
you feel...hope...fade...away.

I'll devour you whole,
its the way to go,
for the end is the day,
the sun burns your soul.
in the beginning, I feel.