Hearse - Abysmal Grief

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!