Lyrics:

Today the coins are counted
On your eyes they lay
Veins dried, they ornaments became
On the skin, so white, so stained
In your sickness you felt grace
On your weakest you felt hate
You felt hate

Let the funeral begin
Let the dressed up killers in
This is the final masquerade
Bring the Body on estrate
Let the funeral begin
Let the funeral begin
Let the funeral begin
Let the funeral begin!

This is the last time
Mask is putted down
Theatre closed, released
Is the ghost

When the hearts are weighted
On your knees you prey
Sins long forgotten
On your shoulder stay
In your sickness you felt grace
On your weakest you felt hate
You felt hate

Let the funeral begin
Let the clowns and sinners in
This is the final barricade
Bring the Body on parade
Let the funeral begin
Let the funeral begin
Let the funeral begin
Let the funeral begin!

This is the last time
Mask is putted down
Theatre closed
Released is the ghost
When the spirit gets unchained
On the solid ground you stay
Under burden of this play
You shall decay
In your sickness you felt grace
On your weakest you felt hate
You felt hate

Let the funeral begin
Let the liars, stabbers in
This is the final serenade
Bring the Body, celebrate
Let the funeral begin
Let the funeral begin
Let the funeral begin
Let the funeral begin!