In the last secret hiding place
Deep beneath leaves and earth
There is a place for my coffin
There, where I shall live
Worms burrow through the planks
The ground gnaws at the lid
And I stare thorugh the cracks
My limbs will turn to sand
There I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting... waiting for you
The marble block on my head
Brings suffering hundredfold
Green thistles and grass already
Grow out of my entrails.
I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting... waiting for you
There I'm waiting for you
Death is the traveler's rest
The end of all labors
Rain washes down from the bones
Every fiber of my flesh
And the dark cold lies down
With me into the ashen grave
There I'm waiting for you
Death is the traveler's rest
The end of all labors