Hangman`s Noose (Ending Mortal Existence — текст песни (Mystifier)

Open the gates of the graveyard.
Where corpses rest like layers.
In glorious flying thunder comes the courier of death.
Moor his black horse`s tail.
Around my thin neck.
Let me fly beneath his wings.
I am dead.

Hangman`s noose is not a prophecy.
Hangman`s noose is the laughter of death.
Life is abundant in fantasy.
Giving birth to death.
Ending one`s secret life.
Ending one`s mortal existence.

Have no fear.
Heaven and Hell are here.
Let my few hairs blow in the burning wind.
Don`t keep up one`s appearance.
Oldness and youth are just a game.
Send a letter to the mortals saying as pleasant is the grave.

Hangman`s noose is not a prophecy.
Hangman`s noose is the laughter of death.
Life is abundant in fantasy.
Giving birth to death.
Ending one`s secret life.
Ending one`s mortal existence.

Mortal reason to abandon this life.
Full of horror at first sight.
Nobody escapes from this deathlike fate.
Till again I hear the wind through the gates.

Nameless graves rest emptiness.
Living beings dislike this vast sadness.
Dramatic vision of the procession of the dead.
It`s rather sad we can`t rise from the dead.