Procession Songtext
von Christian Death

Shelter, darkness, without pain
Crushed under dreams, dreams of love sustained
And black on black, procession ends
There′s no more time, time, time to make amends
Always the beginning holds the keys to the end
However hidden they might be
The keys to misery and depression that always leaves again
Yet new beginnings
Death of man, woman, child
They're marked beasts born to die, they follow down
God, hold on to something, my hands have lost their shape
Why do you let me suffer such a disgrace?
Brush the weathered fetish costume dressed in red
Black mounds of bones loosely constructed, the absence of heads
Shelter, darkness, without pain
Crushed under dreams, dreams of love sustained


Black on black, procession ends
No more time, time, time to make amends
I have seen the possessed touched by grace
No love lost, I seek no pleasure, no gain
Death of man, woman, child
They′re marked beasts born to die, lead all, they follow down
God, hold on to something, my hands have lost their shape
Why do you let me suffer, suffer such disgrace?
Death of man, woman, child
They're marked beasts born to die, lead all, they follow down
Procession ends
No more time, time, time to make amends
Procession ends
No more time, time, time to make amends
Procession ends
No more time, time, time to make amends