Burial

Well I walked until the darkness
Finally overtook the light
I waged war against the city
Oh, but he didn't want to fight

I found shelter in a coffin
Where I was forced upon my fate
And by the hands of he who finds me here
Well, I'll either be hung or I'll be saved

Well don't you send my soul on a merry-go-we-go-round
'Cause it ain't cold on a burial week-old ground
Now don't you send my soul on a merry-go-we-go-round
'Cause brother it ain't cold on a burial week-old ground

So you are haunted, I see it in your eyes
Like a mother afraid of hеr own child
And will the sailor leave thе sea behind?
Are the stars no longer in the sky?

I saw a hand down from the heavens
Drawing circles in the sky
Well I fell down to the ground
Among the trees, broken teeth

To die