Sitting on borrowed time, yes it’s true 

Man in the highest chair says you’re through 

Clock on the wall ticks screaming in your mind 

Devils stand waiting, laughing, you’ve arrived 



Slipping into the grey, stealing your breath away 

Hourglass out of sand, Feeling the cold dark hand 

Black funeral 



Feeling your body fading from your mind 

Falling in darkness leaving your life behind 

Now is the time you answer for your ways 

Living eternal darkness for all days 



Slipping into the grey, stealing your breath away 

Hourglass out of sand, Feeling the cold dark hand 

Black funeral 



As your last breath slips into the future 

Is it true? 

What they said about the prophecies pretending 

That they knew 

Your energy is slowly slipping 

Hands are gripping round your eyes 

Who knows where you’ll go when you are ending 

Ending all your time 



Black funeral