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