Perceive how our shadow and movitz mon frere 

Within a darkness en closes 

How gold and purple in the shovel there 

To gravel and rags disposes 

From his torment river charon waves 

And three times thereafter the digger of graves 

Ended it all this your last groan 

Therefore movitz come do what I grave 

Help raise our sisters? tombstone 



Oh that wistful and forgotten place 

Under the branches that hushes 

Where time and death one hideous face 

Unites into ashes 

You who never once by envy was struck 

Although your time came when you ran out of luck 

Amongst the graves always narrows 

Enemy there armed with face carved in rock 

Gently breaking ones arrows 



The little Bell tolling the grand Bells 

Groan 

Cantor with flowers in the gate 

And with the Bellowing prayer like 

Tone 

Hallows those who met their fate 

Path that leads up to this grand yard 

Of tombs 

Tramples on roses fading yellowing 

Bloom 

Moulding hoardings and biers 

Until this long black clad row of doom 

Deeply bows down in tears 



Past on to rest fistfight and ball 

Gone is the love of your life 

At where the grass yet don't grow at all 

You look back at your buried wife 

She from wine and liquor parted today 

And with her all the joy that kept death away 

Bottle who will now command thee? 

Thirsty was she now have become deaths prey 

We are all thirsty as can be.