Bury me in
an all-black coffin Down amongst the bodies of the dead
Whose tongues committed sins before the Horde's dead
There am I,
no more endearingly In perfect fruit and tree
Crawling me to sing with haunted voices In an all-black coffin
Bury me, bury me In an all-black coffin
Bury me underneath the tree Where the river's running free
Crawling out to me in the woods In an all-black coffin
This half-empty bottle
From my half-empty soul
I've been rocked by them
Now here it get cold
I cope with pain It starts in my head
Driving me insane But I don't want to sit down
And I'm drowning My money loads that river on a dry night
Where the river's running free Crawling out to me in the woods
In an all-black coffin Bury me, bury me
In an all-black coffin Bury me underneath the tree
Where the river's running free Crawling out to me in the woods