Tears wet the coffin dust   Mourning stains the wooden lid   Through the sadness and depression   A awoke in the stone cold grave   Weid glow in the vault around me      A sense of freezing athmosphere   A coffin spirit of past remembrance   Howling at the moon in my memories   All around the cobwebs are silent   Even spiders have died so long ago   Void of life in here is so definite   I exist but not to live again      In my death the omens were profound   Tongues that uttered curses and doom   Born under the master's spell   Hungry for the warmth that I would spit on   Tears wet the coffin dust   Mourning stains the wooden lid   Through the sadness and depression   I awoke in the stone cold grave   There is no life, no humanity   Nothing to keep me from suffering   Nothing to feed my burning soul with   Nothing to spill my hate upon