Procession – Song and Lyrics by 45 Grave

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Procession’ by 45 Grave. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 45 Grave or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Every night you can hear a sound
Pulsating all around
Every night you can hear a sound
A sound that won’t go down

Late at night, she awakes
Arising from her tomb
Late at night, she walks the streets
She comes in, in search of you

Black flowers, black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you

Late at night, she awakes
Arising from her tomb
Late at night, she walks the streets
She comes in, in search of you

Late at night, she walks alone
Preparing for her feast
Bitches in black, creature of lust
With the pain that they unleash

Black flowers, black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you

Black flowers, black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you

Black flowers, black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you

Black flowers, black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you