Looking paler than death I call your name With my last breath My crimson channels Become cold and hollow They turn gangrene And mix with the shadows O' Ornate Spade bury me well With ancient earth Decorate my shell I'll cry neptunes Under the ground Waiting for you Where there is no sound Waiting for you Where there is no sound O' Ornate Spade bury me sweet As deceased I must look neat I'll cry neptunes Under the ground Waiting for you Where there is no sound Waiting for you Where there is no sound Waiting for you Where there is no sound Looking paler than death I call your name With my last breath My crimson channels Become cold and hollow They turn gangrene And mix with the shadows