I turn out the lights
Extinguish the day
A night's slumber
To end the pain
But in a dream
A soft voice is beckoning

I took the shovel and dug the grave
Hopeless I did it
There lied a pine box with a frame
And it's face was me

And the pyres burn

And in the flames burning wild
And in the flames burning wild

Choir came sang their song, lament
I cried the tears of regret

I took the shovel and dug the grave
Hopeless I did it
There lied a pine box with a frame
And it's face was me

And the pyres burn
To the ground
And the pyres burn
They burn

I'm laying in a casket dead
If only inside my head
I'm laying in a casket dead
I'm laying, I'm laying dead
(I'm laying, I'm laying, I'm laying dead)

Choir came sang their song, lament
I cried the tears of regret