Curse My Funeral

My shadows is creeping on the grey stones,
 Descending the stars of a forgotten castle.
 The years have past and war time is over.
 Are those steps going to Hell.
 Standing alive there leads me to anger,
 I hope I'm soon to reach the gate,
 Beyond which I'll find a mind of peace,
 somewhere fortress seems to bury me.
 Bats are showing me the way,
 this goddamn fortress seems to bury me.
 The elements open on a blacker passage
 marked by black candles.
 Out in the storms and winds,
 hiding from the mortals.
 Screaming as I wish to quit,
 cutting my flesh so deep.
 ...What a great artist dies with me...
 I leave, I hope you cry
 as I hurt you for the last time.
 You see, as that you'll remind me,
 poor unconscious victims.
 Now the pit opens to me,
 I don't even feel my last time's saviour.
 I run to the ugly mouth of death
 making one with shadows.
 You can already curse my funeral,
 I still vomit on your holy earth.
 Don't feel any compassion,
 I've sinned just to betray god.
 A spit on this rotten face,
 I am the Satan's carrion.