The Last Home Lyrics

Don´t forget my corpse
under the cemetary´s cold bottom;
cursed is the moat awaiting the dead
as a passenger of this funeral train.

An agonizing howl,
when you meet me in the dark.
Screams of dread echo,
in hell, my brand-new home

My home is empty...
Only an old cross adorns it.
The garden is lifeless;
roses died with my profane insults.

To die, light instead of darkness,
to yield women´s caresses on bed
for a black foul coffin
and larvae gnawing my heart.

Oh Almight, crack the tombstone;
set my soul free;
I´ll fail, wherever you are,
far from this gravestone.