Abysmal Grief - Hearse

It's the night with no moon
And I am lost
This wood is shrouded in mist
Cold's breaking my bones
But what is happening?
Faint lights coming over there
It is the noise of the hoofs
Someone is coming...

Hearse, a hearse is now arriving
Hearse, a violet-draped black hearse

Nobody is driving The horse seems knowing the street
I think I'm going crazy
I can't believe my eyes
And the hearse is laden
A coffin lies inside
Black cats are its train
I follow them apart

Hearse, a hearse is now arriving
Hearse, a violet-draped black hearse

I am terrorized by this silent feretro
A funeral is sign of death!