IRC-Galleria

I'm digging you a desert grave underneath the burning sun.
I'm digging you a desert grave, you won't be found by anyone.
Burying the sins of man, in an eternal tomb of sand.
Vultures circle in the sky and you my dear are the reason why.

You fought so hard to get away from the tight grip of death.
You tried so hard to run away, until your last dying breath.
Burying the sins of man in an eternal tomb of sand.
Vultures circle in the sky. You my dear are the reason why.

Go kiss the daylight goodbye as the sun lays down to die.
Comes to end another day. As night falls on your desert grave.