Apocalyptica Deathzone
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
my grandfather died yesterday. i thought as him as horrible. but now i know what its like without him. i just now stopped crying. i need water i have no tears left.
ishotudead 1 year ago
As late as this may be, i extend to you my condolences. I am sorry for your loss.
Nelfguy 3 years ago
srry for ur father.
SATANSFAVORITESON 3 years ago
sorry 4 your grandfhater, nice video
el angel de la muerte 3:55 nice!!!
metalstivencore 4 years ago