Gone in a Funeral Way

Bring me back all my loans of the soul, oh dear Reaper,
I couldn't live anymore without my faults.
Save my breath in a cradle of death,
When evening starts to weave our doom.

Guide me to astray
Where all endured hurts in vain
To undying myth of our delightful pray.
Leave all love away
Where we are cursed without the blame
To our Neverland gone in funeral way.
In a funeral way.
Gone in a funeral way.

Fill me with a heartlessness of your dream, oh Holy,
I couldn't hear the music of my screams.
Steal my mind, but never leave me behind,
When evening starts to weave our doom.

Guide me to astray
Where all endured hurts in vain
To undying myth of our delightful pray.
Leave all love away
Where we are cursed without the blame
To our Neverland gone in funeral way.
In a funeral way.
Gone in a funeral way.

One faced the morning sun,
Faced the morning sun,
Which is only left to follow.

One faced the morning sun,
Faced the morning sun,
Which is only left to follow.

One faced the morning sun,
Faced the morning sun,
Which is only left to follow,
Which is only thing that reminds me
Of you and of all the oaths we've made underneath.

Guide me to astray
Where all endured hurts in vain
To undying myth of our delightful pray.
Leave all love away
Where we are cursed without the blame
To our Neverland gone in funeral way.
In a funeral way.
Gone in a funeral way.

by Ник Свиридов и "Lunar Moth".