Come death with your horns
cradle your child to underworld
there under the earth of church
in the bonegarden to decompose
Come death over the swamp
trought the forestland
walk trought the backyards
to hug your child
bring boat girl of the underworld
ferry child of underworld
What can you get here?
In here the chants are allways playing
In here sings the child of sorrow
complainging about grief black
earthly travels
longing that lasts forever
And I aint missing a lot
only the ability to understand
the will to freeze on underworld rivers docks