My zombie takes great care of me From hell he brings me back unusual gifts Hot desert sand for me to walk on Rocks from sisyphus he puts in my pocket
I carry fruits and flowers in a bag when I come For your empty vases and for your body’s vessel We light all the candles for a protective halo Wax from the gods, wax from your demons, twisted
My zombie takes great care of me From hell he brings me back unusual gifts Wings of his design with the birds he killed Delicious beverage a cure a poisoni drink
Dressed in armor with a sword in my hand Never know who you will be til the door opens Candles in the wind flicker in your presence Flicker from the gods, flicker from your demons
