Tears wet the coffin dust

Mourning stains the wooden lid

Through the sadness and depression

I awake in the stone cold grave

Weird glow in the vault around me



A sense of freezing atmosphere

A coffin spirit of past remembrance

Howling at the moon in my memories

All around the cobwebs are silent

Even spiders have died so long ago

Void of life in hear is so definite

I exist but not to live again



In my death the omens were profound 

Tongues that uttered curse and doom

Born under the Master's spell 

Hungry for the warmth that I would spit on

Tears wet the coffin dust

Mourning stains the wooden lid

Through the sadness and depression

I awake in the stone cold grave

There is no life, no humanity 

Nothing to keep me from suffering

Nothing to feed my burning soul with

Nothing to spill my hate upon