Once again, I leave my grave
Dirt and daisies hit the pave
No sooner than I have turned
I hear the devil cooking up a new storm

My world ends on a regular basis
Yeah, I feel quick and lonesome places
No sooner that I am dead
I feel the ravens tugging at my hair

Oh, hark
Do you hear a voice like velvet through the night sky?
Do you hear this fickle hand of fate at my side?
And all those that God has sinned with hope in his stride

And watch out
Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows
Oh, they couldn't hold a candle up to you
But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too
Oh, hark

Once again, I leave my grave
Dirt and daisies hit the pave
No sooner that I am dead
I feel the ravens tugging at my hair

Once again, I leave my grave
Like a bird out of its cage
No sooner that I have won
I feel the storm clouds plotting against the sun
Plotiing against the sun, plotting against the sun

Oh, hark
Do you hear a voice like velvet through the night sky?
Do you hear this fickle hand of fate at my side?
And all those that God has sinned with hope in his stride

And watch out
Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows
Oh, they couldn't hold a candle up to you
But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too
Oh, hark

Oh, hark
Do you hear a voice like velvet through the night sky?
Do you hear this fickle hand of fate at my side?
And all those that God has sinned with hope in his stride

And watch out
Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows
Oh, they couldn't hold a candle up to you
But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too
Oh, hark