Tears wet the coffin dust Mourning stains the wooden lid Through the sadness and depression I awake in the stone cold grave Weird glow in the vault around me A sense of freezing atmosphere A coffin spirit of past remembrance Howling at the moon in my memories All around the cobwebs are silent Even spiders have died so long ago Void of life in hear is so definite I exist but not to live again In my death the omens were profound Tongues that uttered curse and doom Born under the Master's spell Hungry for the warmth that I would spit on Tears wet the coffin dust Mourning stains the wooden lid Through the sadness and depression I awake in the stone cold grave There is no life, no humanity Nothing to keep me from suffering Nothing to feed my burning soul with Nothing to spill my hate upon