Thrust into black, whirling deep locomotion,
Crushed under stone and rubble demolition. 
Raw nerves collide under dark premonitions.
Home is a tomb of black smoke burning coffins, yeah. 

And I'm feeling today so lost and strange. 
The fields of death are along the way,
And I know that the dead are all I have,
Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth. 

You will find the casket empty after midnight,
A madman at your door in the morning of tomorrow. 
The shadows speak, the candles wave when no one's there. 
nobody cares. 

And I'm feeling today so lost and strange. 
The fields of death are along the way,
And I know that the dead are all I have,
Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth. 

Fear in his heart that drove the madness,
Putrid, decay, grinning maggots. 
Life that fades away from twisted bodies,
A corpse of blue ooze from the coffin.

And I'm feeling today so lost and strange. 
The fields of death are along the way,
And I know that the dead are all I have,
Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this Earth.