Bones Beneath the Dust

Underneath the burning sun, a lonesome grave digger stands
With sweat-soaked brow and trembling hands

He wields his rusted spade
In the shadow of the tombstones, whispers

Haunt his weary soul
The voices of the buried scream, "Come on

Let's break the mold!"

Digging deeper, madness creeps

Into the hollows where the darkness sleeps

I'll dress the dead in rags of rage
A funeral pyre ignites the stage!
Bones beneath the dust, I'll find you all
Let the dead rise and heed my call!

I hear their laughter in the wind, their secrets buried in the clay
Each shovelful brings me closer to the nightmares of yesterday
The shattered dreams of hollow husks, they

Beg for life, they scream for breath

In the grip of their cold embrace
I'll dance with shadows, tease with death!

Digging deeper, madness creeps

Into the hollows where the darkness sleeps

I'll dress the dead in rags of rage
A funeral pyre ignites the stage!
Bones beneath the dust, I'll find you all

Let the dead rise and heed my call!

The stars bleed red on this desolate land
Echoes of the damned, they twist my hand
I'll fashion crowns of dirt and stone

In this graveyard throne, I'll make a home!

Digging deeper, madness creeps

Into the hollows where the darkness sleeps

I'll dress the dead in rags of rage
A funeral pyre ignites the stage!
Bones beneath the dust, I'll find you all
Let the dead rise and heed my call!

So hear me now, ye ghosts of despair

In a twisted world, we'll find our share
With every swing of this rusty blade
My sanity withers, but my will won't fade!
Digging deeper, into the dark abyss

In the company of shadows, I'll find my bliss

Digging deeper, madness creeps

Into the hollows where the darkness sleeps

I'll dress the dead in rags of rage
A funeral pyre ignites the stage!
Bones beneath the dust, I'll find you all

Let the dead rise and heed my call!