On the grave bottom Someone has to start first Then after the centuries There is coffin on coffin
You are waiting Who will be on the top This thing is natural You're never know who will be there You're never know who will be last
Under the ground there is peaceful calm Under the ground there is unknown cold Under the ground silence dead bodies Under the ground just whispering from pride
The Pieces of bodies They can't feel nothing There isn't sun There isn't rain
You are waiting Who will be on top This thing is natural You're never known who will be there You're never known who will be last
You can't scream there Thousand and thousands of coffins You can't help them Bodies on bodies