Upon the Grave

All that remains

Is to cry till you drown

Upon the grave

Upon the grave

I sleep beneath the grey tree

Suckling on the witch's teat

I leap over the graves

I leap over the graves

In the place I was buried buried

Buried buried buried

Buried buried buried

All that remains

Is to cry till you drown

Upon the grave

Upon the grave

All that remains

Is to cry till you drown

Upon the grave

Upon the grave

You recall our youth

Spirit of lust

A shovel in my hands

And seven holes to dig

I climb the mountain of knowledge

But I sink in bad thoughts

And fall down headless headless

Falling down headless

Headless

All that remains

Is to cry till you drown

Upon the grave

Upon the grave

All that remains

Is to cry till you drown

Upon the grave

Upon the grave

All that remains

Is to cry till you drown

Upon the grave

Upon the grave