He cut his sorrow from the flesh and banned it from his love She said I hope that it kills you He said he’d give her answers when his blood dripped to the ground And from the kill she knew he’d need to But the wind it didn’t dim to the fire overhead But the world is still mourning from the loss The love she speaking empties to the death parade, in the frost, in the frost
So please bury him deep, oh keep that man from me. In the rubble and the soil, he holds the key to all my toil. Until the day I can no longer hide, and I lay down by his side
Well the wind it chokes the mourners as they pray frustrated Here comes the storm, drowning his own faithfuls And they sing a thousand songs from the depths of bloody hell To take his soul from their handful. But her heart it skips a beat as the senses takes its leave And the world it turns so slowly to a creep And the faithful kiss their crosses but their hate still spreads the disease, the disease, the disease So please bury him deep , oh keep that man from me. In the rubble and the soil he holds the key to all my toil. Until the day I can no longer hide and I lay down by his side and I lay down by his side.
Go soft into the night far beyond your fear and fright I lay here before you, this is what you need to do.