When you have been (once) down in your grave Your mind decays and you're the coffin's slave And when at midnight the uncanny bell tolls Terrible noises the dark graveyard calls...
Limbs break through the dirt Decay stinks like Hell Dark creatures in the fog Crusted blood on the dead
Eurynomos sends his souls Buried by horrible mistakes They feel they are eaten by the worms And the night's alive again