Grave Sites

In my grave when I die cover me with red roses Celestial angel uh-huh she wore white to my mass Well into the night she keeps the torch lite flame on to my cistern life’s all over Grave Sites where you put your head to rest Ah~pack~ah-hungry wolves their in the meadow hunting the lonely one cries he’s on his hill top howling in the night we come to burn down your house there is no doubt your in trouble now Vultures in circles of the sky they hover above the beasts prey Sparks off the swords the clash of Steele lights up the night With out the serpents hand for help in one fell swoop I reap the land Life’s all over Grave Sites where your scattered bones an rotting flesh will lye Blitzed in a haze the pasture stampede of a herd Of wild stirred up startled scattering horses