Fear not, The Undertaker
Day by Day, wonder who to due pay,
Night of night, Fear not the sight,
Deep in the dormant wooden cage,
Lost in a dark dismay, how this is strange,
There lays his tomb with no name,
Control the beast one must say,
The beast of fear, There is only known a way
Only this way, by Gods we must pray,
Flared flesh of ember burst,
One to fear what must be worst
Fear that this, and fear you may
Down inside the debt of life
Your body cast in a tomb to lay,
Agony you say in such great strife?
I’ll show you agony in another life
Stare in the eyes of the taker,
Burry your tomb, I the undertaker
Forsaken souls in the tomb of time,
Hear the gong with the echoed chime,
Tis over I say, By the sun break of day
As I beg to you, Never more, Never more!
Will there be need to settle this score,
Death is the witness to this Journal,
Death march start, tune the Funeral,
The flesh a churn, the body that will burn.
Only to protect the body from the creature,
Stand over the coffin in prayer the preacher
And here the preacher, a funeral feature,
Over the coffin looms death, the teacher,
And I the student, the father of failure.
Upon the open waters once a sailor,
Buried in the debts of the abyssal earth,
For he lived in all his worth, no much to those,
And for those who care, to know which is fair,
Fair is the chaotic natural ways,
For which the sailor lived his life, by the days.
And here the last coffin lays, in such a way,
Here lies the undertaker, the body a dismay,
Buried in the mud filled gravel lake,
The only one who knew when to give and take.
Day by Day, wonder who to due pay,
Night of night, Fear not the sight,
Deep in the dormant wooden cage,
Lost in a dark dismay, how this is strange,
There lays his tomb with no name,
Control the beast one must say,
The beast of fear, There is only known a way
Only this way, by Gods we must pray,
Flared flesh of ember burst,
One to fear what must be worst
Fear that this, and fear you may
Down inside the debt of life
Your body cast in a tomb to lay,
Agony you say in such great strife?
I’ll show you agony in another life
Stare in the eyes of the taker,
Burry your tomb, I the undertaker
Forsaken souls in the tomb of time,
Hear the gong with the echoed chime,
Tis over I say, By the sun break of day
As I beg to you, Never more, Never more!
Will there be need to settle this score,
Death is the witness to this Journal,
Death march start, tune the Funeral,
The flesh a churn, the body that will burn.
Only to protect the body from the creature,
Stand over the coffin in prayer the preacher
And here the preacher, a funeral feature,
Over the coffin looms death, the teacher,
And I the student, the father of failure.
Upon the open waters once a sailor,
Buried in the debts of the abyssal earth,
For he lived in all his worth, no much to those,
And for those who care, to know which is fair,
Fair is the chaotic natural ways,
For which the sailor lived his life, by the days.
And here the last coffin lays, in such a way,
Here lies the undertaker, the body a dismay,
Buried in the mud filled gravel lake,
The only one who knew when to give and take.
