Alone I walked solemn

along the gravel paths

in the bleak shadows of the graves

when I saw an entourage dressed in black

with a coffin of finest oak

Who is buried in this late hour

so secretly laid to rest

in the most distant corner

in the field of death?

When I reached the open grave

the night laid still and desolate

curious I sneaked to the edge

and gazed surprised down

in the open empty coffin

when I felt a hard push

and fell headlong

in the soft velvet death

In the suffocating dark

I could hear

ashes to ashes

and earth to earth

that fell on my lid

and my brother and my fiancé

laughing as ravens from hell