half past the darkness into the night;
the march of the grave diggers to where I lie.
digging deep into the pain within;
the sands on my grave give away,with no voices to cry.

hunting down for all that is left within,
digging into the insides for the void within;
i cry and lament into the silence at the pain that isn't.
a witness to my own death a hundred times,all i see;
is a march of the grave diggers.

the demons tearing my soul from within;
walking half knowing into my grave.
just as much as i rise to feel my pain;
deceiving my mind to warp on its own.

taking the burnt as they seep through me;
letting my tears run into the raindrops,
one more touch of your memory;
and I shall let it all go away.