- dead roses and wine
Last night I dreamt that I held you in my arms,
And we danced by the light of the moon.
And your hair smelled of roses and your body was warm,
And the band played our favourite tune.
But then when I awoke,
It seemed that everything broke.
As I remembered the day,
That the whole world had turned grey
- missing you
Well I'm missing you know that you are gone,
And despite all the cruel things I said,
Oh I know what I did was so very, very wrong,
And I'd take it all back if I could,
And now the world keeps on turning
And time has moved on,
My heart is still stained with your blood.
- stonemason, stonemason
Stonemason, Stonemason carve me a stone of your finest black marble with rare Abalone,
For the letters in white make them shine in the light of the watery moon,
For the devil is here to make milk from my bones,
I'll be leaving you all before morning comes I'll be leaving you all before dawn.
Gravedigger, Gravedigger dig me a hole make it 16 foot deep and as straight as a wall,
Dig a masterful shaft that expresses your art and I'll offer you gold,
For the devil has already paid for my soul,