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.