[Verse 1] Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path
Cry above a nameless grave But all that's there is motionless Angels sob with vermin's fangs A funeral dirge drifts slowly by Puppets they who come and
Rebel Funeral March by USER from Hegemonic www.user.us © 2002 This war machine cannot be seen by your or me Deep inside your mother's womb a fire burns
Elle est plus triste que celle de Frederic Chopin. On l'entend pas dans les eglises, l'dimanche matin. Sa voix est lancinante comme celle d'un nouveau
J'ai l'age que le monde te demande, mais y se demande si tu te pisse dessus chui dans un hospice Comme une espece de pute qui s'est remise au crack Mes
[Verse 1:] Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path
Translation: Faction Central. Funeral march.
Translation: The Great KAT. Funeral March (Piano Sonata In Bb Minor, Arranged For Guitar).
Translation: KAT. Funeral March (Piano Sonata In Bb Minor, Arranged.
Translation: Manowar. Iii. Funeral March.
Translation: Swollen Members. Funeral March.
Translation: Tsol. Funeral March.
Translation: User. Rebel Funeral March.
