In a grave so deep, the rats will seek
In a grave so deep, so obsolete
In a grave so deep, the air so weak
In a grave so deep, death shall keep the best to sleep
And no hearts beat. And no blood rust
And no wind blows. And no one knows
And no hand folds. And no bell tolls
And no wind blows. And no one knows
In a grave so deep, the rats will seek
In a grave so deep, so obsolete
In a grave so deep, the air so weak
In a grave so deep, death shall keep
Where darkness grow, where no one know
Where phantoms cast, their shadows at last
A celestial justice, underground solstice
In a grave so deep, death shall keep the best to sleep
And no hearts beat. And no blood rust
And no wind blows. And no one knows
And no hand folds. And no bell tolls
And no wind blows. And no one knows
Funeral Hyene dirge
Calls the night and emerge
We are gathered here
The strong to seek amongst the weak
Where I walk I storm
And where I breathe I form
When your days are counted
You stand judge before yourself
The rabid nights unfold
And from the mud arise the false
The shining knife
Come stab him first, usurper of life
But where I walk I storm
And where I breathe I form
When your days are counted
You stand judge before yourself
In a grave so deep, founder of your keep
In a grave so deep, eternal nights of sleep
In a grave so deep, where all beliefs die
In a grave so deep, baptism of lies
In a grave so deep, darkness I am home
In a grave so deep, my carnal kingdom come
I choose you force of antilife, to be with me
In a grave so deep
To feel no more the gust of wind
The rust of blood that laminate your skin
You belong no more, see them all no more
You belong no more, see them all no more
But you are of few
The crown, the strength that pay the due
In a grave so deep, founder of your keep
In a grave so deep, eternal nights of sleep
In a grave so deep, where all beliefs die
In a grave so deep, baptism of lies
In a grave so deep, darkness I am home
In a grave so deep, my carnal kingdom come
I choose you force of antilife
To be with me, in a grave so deep