Kolmas Haud Vasakult (Third Grave From The Left) کے بول

Each night as the alley's getting dim my path's toward the graveyard again my love awaits me there - third grave from the left you broke my heart I broke your neck your earthly hell my heavenly bliss piling up your bones I hold you in my arms stroke your little skull beneath the moon so full hark! my grief so great how have I let you to disintegrate you're scattered into a thousand pieces I must please myself with crosses you're so unbearably near only six feet below the surplus of flesh hanging on maggot-gnawed bones ... third grave from the left