In my grave when I die cover me with red roses
Celestial Angel she wore white to my mass
Well in to the night she keeps the torch lite flame
on to my cistern life’s all over Graves Sites where
you put your head to rest
Ah pack a hungry wolves their in the meadow hunting
the lonely one cries he’s on his hill top howling
In the night we come to burn down your house there
Is no doubt your in trouble now
Vultures in circles of the sky they hover above
the beasts prey
Sparks off the swords the clash of Steele lights up
the night
Without the serpents hand for help in one fell
swoop I reap the land
Life’s all over Grave Sites where your scattered
bones and rotting flesh will lye
Blitzed in haze the pasture stampede of herd
wild stirred up horses