Catalepsy - Trallery

Is there something worse than living in death?

The nightmare nobody wants,

We want to rest in peace after life,

But who waits that luck.

Catalepsy stays in our grave,

The haunter of the sinner,

Escaping the night, with no light,

She’s seeking you the preacher.

Behind the grave, She’s waiting for me,

A scythe she has in her hands.

I must prepare, get ready for fight,

Honor is the only thing I have,

Blood is dripping from the weapon,

I will see the light tonight,

The judge has passed the sentence,

I will know the life’s punishment.

Catalepsy.

Among the living, among the dead,

We wait for the time that will come,

There must be one way to scape,

God tell me please how.

I don’t know what I should believe,

Her presence I can feel near,

I sense that the time has come,

Only fear invades me.

Death is coming, coming for me,

I can see her eyes in the dark.

Blood’s flowing after first strike,

This pain I cannot describe.

Injustice is weighing on me,

My chronichles are driving me mad,

All over my body I’m feeling the suffering,

Words cannot explain.

The Agony.

Catalepsy.

Claustrophobia all over the scene,

Inside the coffin I am.

Funeral melody in my ears,

I can percive but cannot cry.

Paralysis muscling in on,

I can’t scream for mercy.

My hours are counted,

My life escapes,

Is time to say the last goodbye.

The Last Goodbye.

The Agony.

Catalepsy.

Now it’s the time for you to say goodbye.

Catalepsy.