Procession

Every night you can hear a sound
 Every night you can hear a sound
 A sound that won't go down
 Pulsating all around
 Arrising from her tomb
 Late at night, she walks the streets
 Late at night, she awakes
 Black flowers, black dress
 She comes in, in search of you
 White faces are for her
 When the procession of love goes by
 They search for you
 Late at night, she awakes
 Arising from her tomb
 Late at night, she walks the streets
 She comes in, in search of you
 Late at night, she walks alone
 Preparing for her feast
 Bitches in black, creature of lust
 White faces are for her
 With the pain that they unleash
 When the procession of love goes by
 Black flowers, black dress
 They search for you
 Black flowers, black dress
 White faces are for her
 When the procession of love goes by
 They search for you
 Black flowers, black dress
 White faces are for her
 When the procession of love goes by
 They search for you
 Black flowers, black dress
 When the procession of love goes by
 White faces are for her
 They search for you