| Song | Funeral for a fallen Angel |
| Artist | Grave Digger |
| Album | Ballads of a Hangman |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Boltendahl, Grave Digger ... | |
| Night after night she would knock on my door | |
| Like a cockroach she crawled on the bloodstained floor | |
| Begging for money for one last glass of wine | |
| Selling her soul she would never resign | |
| Dancing like mad in the darkness of the night | |
| Beauty has fallen far out of her sight | |
| Say farewell to a fallen angel | |
| Funeral for a useless soul | |
| Say farewell to the life I've taken | |
| Funeral for a heart that's forsaken | |
| An immaculate goddess rides on the wings of a devil | |
| The procession moves on and they whisper of murder | |
| Flowers are thrown on the crate of the brave | |
| Tears are falling down from heaven on her grave | |
| Dancing like mad till the rising of light | |
| Dogs howl in the distance as she dresses in white | |
| Funeral for a fallen angel | |
| Funeral for a useless soul | |
| Funeral for the life I've taken | |
| Funeral for a heart that's forsaken |
| zuo qu : Boltendahl, Grave Digger ... | |
| Night after night she would knock on my door | |
| Like a cockroach she crawled on the bloodstained floor | |
| Begging for money for one last glass of wine | |
| Selling her soul she would never resign | |
| Dancing like mad in the darkness of the night | |
| Beauty has fallen far out of her sight | |
| Say farewell to a fallen angel | |
| Funeral for a useless soul | |
| Say farewell to the life I' ve taken | |
| Funeral for a heart that' s forsaken | |
| An immaculate goddess rides on the wings of a devil | |
| The procession moves on and they whisper of murder | |
| Flowers are thrown on the crate of the brave | |
| Tears are falling down from heaven on her grave | |
| Dancing like mad till the rising of light | |
| Dogs howl in the distance as she dresses in white | |
| Funeral for a fallen angel | |
| Funeral for a useless soul | |
| Funeral for the life I' ve taken | |
| Funeral for a heart that' s forsaken |
| zuò qǔ : Boltendahl, Grave Digger ... | |
| Night after night she would knock on my door | |
| Like a cockroach she crawled on the bloodstained floor | |
| Begging for money for one last glass of wine | |
| Selling her soul she would never resign | |
| Dancing like mad in the darkness of the night | |
| Beauty has fallen far out of her sight | |
| Say farewell to a fallen angel | |
| Funeral for a useless soul | |
| Say farewell to the life I' ve taken | |
| Funeral for a heart that' s forsaken | |
| An immaculate goddess rides on the wings of a devil | |
| The procession moves on and they whisper of murder | |
| Flowers are thrown on the crate of the brave | |
| Tears are falling down from heaven on her grave | |
| Dancing like mad till the rising of light | |
| Dogs howl in the distance as she dresses in white | |
| Funeral for a fallen angel | |
| Funeral for a useless soul | |
| Funeral for the life I' ve taken | |
| Funeral for a heart that' s forsaken |