Fester - A Face For A Funeral

When you die and fly away When you dance the dance of death: Embraced by the pale one called death, with a face for a funeral Can you feel the joy? Can you sense the liberation of death? I hate your god and his son! My death is not yours to have, Your heaven is surely not for me Let me face my hell with joy! I got a face for a funeral! My soul starts it's journey to the darkside The keeper awaits me with pleased grins on his face... As I dance my dance of death I fly home to my father in hell! Oh, darkness I come to thy As you embrace me with your cold hands of death...