Procession - 45 Grave
Written by:Bolles/Cancer/Cutler
Every night you can hear a sound
Oh see alone a home
Every night you can hear a sound
A sound that won't go down
Late at night
She awakes
Arrising from her tomb
Late at night
She walks the streets
She comes in
In search of you
Black flowers
Black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you
Late at night she awakes
Arising from her tomb
Late at night
She walks the streets
She comes in in search of you
Late at night
She walks alone
Preparing for her feast
*****es in black
Creature of lust
With the pain that they unleash
Black flowers
Black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you
Black flowers
Black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you
Black flowers
Black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you