Nightmare coming true Tall man comes for you Chill runs down your spine You know it's time to die Sphere drills in your head Now you're lying dead Last one at the wake Tall man robs your grave From the hearse into the morgue Blood is drained out of your corpse Body crushed into a dwarf Morbid creature in a hooded robe Mortician lord of slaves No chance for escape Sent off through the gates You won't be seen again