Funeral Throttle

(ooooohhh) (haaaaahhh) Creeping in the shadow of the chapel gate

Waiting on the hour when they seal your fate

Tick-tock, hear the bell ring slow

Underneath the clay where the cold winds blow (hehehe)

When the wind blows cold and the lights go dim That's the

final call for the likes of him

CHOP IT DOWN, LAY IT IN THE DUST!

(LAY IT IN THE DUST!)

IN THE SHADOWS IS THE ONLY ONE WE TRUST!

(ONLY ONE WE TRUST!)

Now you feel the pressure of the heavy stone

Left to contemplate in the dark alone (wahahaha)

No way out when the casket locks

No more ticking of the chapel clocks

CHOP IT DOWN, LAY IT IN THE DUST!

(LAY IT IN THE DUST!)

IN THE SHADOWS IS THE ONLY ONE WE TRUST!

(ONLY ONE WE TRUST!) (ooooohhh) (haaaaahhh)