Funeral hunger meets funeral thirst The fruit of the grave is aglow Tomb-flower honey, sap from a blooming hearse Sweet nectar of death in me flows
The church bell is swollen And ready to give birth Sweet nectar of death from below
Jingle shovels bring Exult and a joyous carol sing
Grave words of darkness in grave-lantern light Your death is a sun among stars A torch turned upside-down in order to ignite The grave lantern in my heart
Your death is a green field Your coffin a blue sky Your funeral is a warm hug
On each eye, a coin Extol and our coffin carol join
Milk from a fresh casket churned into mirth Grapes of decay stomped into wine Salvation is a puddle of hallowed dirt In which we now must wallow like swine
Your death is a true friend Your grave a caring nurse Within whom we now must wallow like swineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
