Текст (слова) песни: Mystifier - Hangman`s Noose (Ending Mortal Existence
Open the gates of the graveyard. Where corpses rest like layers. In glorious flying thunder comes the courier of death. Moor his black horse`s tail. Around my thin neck. Let me fly beneath his wings. I am dead.
Hangman`s noose is not a prophecy. Hangman`s noose is the laughter of death. Life is abundant in fantasy. Giving birth to death. Ending one`s secret life. Ending one`s mortal existence.
Have no fear. Heaven and Hell are here. Let my few hairs blow in the burning wind. Don`t keep up one`s appearance. Oldness and youth are just a game. Send a letter to the mortals saying as pleasant is the grave.
Hangman`s noose is not a prophecy. Hangman`s noose is the laughter of death. Life is abundant in fantasy. Giving birth to death. Ending one`s secret life. Ending one`s mortal existence.
Mortal reason to abandon this life. Full of horror at first sight. Nobody escapes from this deathlike fate. Till again I hear the wind through the gates.
Nameless graves rest emptiness. Living beings dislike this vast sadness. Dramatic vision of the procession of the dead. It`s rather sad we can`t rise from the dead.
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