I awoke, the ground was hard and barely broke,

the air was filled with morning's smoke

The hours fly by so I work,

there's bound to be wealth in this dirt

The heart of the earth holds the key where all my troubles will flee



So I dig, and I dig, and I dig

'cus I can't find another way, I'll dig

You say that you are dying to live, but at this pace your life you'll give

Death always gets the best of us and then abandons to the dust

Your work and toil leave only room

for coffins, graves and deathly tombs

Your work and toil leave only room

for coffins, graves and deathly tombs



Dig and you dig, and you dig,

and you must see my friend there's another way



I'll capture this life in my cold hands

I'll make it fulfill all my demands

I'll rip from the earth the treasures it will bring

and crown myself as a conquering king



Tell Me now what you have found

Digging in the earth's cold ground

Working with such vigor

Its gifts are foul and bitter

Tell Me now what you have found

Digging in the earth's cold ground

Working with such vigor

All I see's a grave digger



So you spoke, and all that you said was a joke

On all of your words you will choke

You told me

"I"m so very lost and that I could have the joy without the cost"



So I'll dig, and I'll dig, and I'll dig

'cus i don't really care what you'll say, I'll dig



And a haunting voice demands and craves that in its depths a body lays

I feel its cry inside my soul

"That I could never fill this hole"

My work and toil leave only room

for coffins, graves and deathly tombs

My work and toil leave only room

for coffins, graves and deathly tombs



My pride wrapped me tight and it laid me down to sleep

Telling me all that I build and find I keep

All that I made was a terrible cold grave

In death here I laid is there any way to save my soul?



Dig, and I dig, and I dig

Dig and I dig, and I dig

Will my body fill this grave?



Tell Me now what you have found

Digging in the earth's cold ground

Working with such vigor

Its all foul and bitter

Tell Me now what you have found

Digging in the earth's cold ground

Working with such vigor

All I see's a grave digger



How wondrous the sight that had caused these eyes to weep

All of my death and hell You would bear and reap

Though all that I made was a terrible cold grave

In death there You laid, for You took my place to save my soul!

To save my soul!