That fool who digses on graves
I'm still trying to find my way out
And if it's the long way
I'll sleep in this bed i have lay
Kids are falling on blaze
Its too late to figure out
It's too late to babies be ...
For their bed
Its too late to ignore the storm up ahead
Its too dark to see my way out
Now all i could do about anything wrong
It's deep further down
And when we finally awake
We'll burn our bodies on stakes
A tower of ashes and ... will lay
Where our castles were made
