Deceased...

Look Lucie, there's a funeral going on
  There's going to be a black parade and mourn
I put on my black coat and red tie
  Seize my hat, we're ready to fly...


     The coffin bearer has come, so is my couch
       Bidding farewell, leaving last cold touch
     Bloody tears spilled became worthless monochrome
       Knowing that reaped soul just won't return home


Trails leaving behind the abandoned cemetery
  Along with their sorrow, as well as their misery
Come on, there's no need to become so broken heart 
  I know pretty well how you pretending to act those part 


     Then, it is my turn to show up 
       Approaching slowly as the moon's shadow unwrap 
     Dig out this grave, let the casket shine under the moonlight 
       Come Lucie, we're going to feast with our might, tonight...