كلمات Defenders Of The Grave

Stalk through hallowed headstones For notes and coin, trade flesh and bone Your eternal rest may, become nocturnal wrest The newly deceased, still bereaved Snatched from their peace, taken without leave Truncated repose, for the decomposed Adamantine clasp of the mortsafe The muddy bonds of earth Patent coffins do not vouchsafe Calm repose beneath the turf Stone walls do not a prison make Nor six feet of sod a grave Pray the lord your soul to take You'll need defenders of the Graves' occupants, so dearly prized But to butcher, not to eulogize To rest they were laid, now sold under the blade Who turns the key to the mortsafe When the sexton stuffs his purse? Nightwatchmen cannot vouchsafe Calm repose beneath the turf Stone walls do not a prison make, nor six feet of sod a grave So pray the lord your soul to take, you'll need defenders of the grave Defenders of the grave, hallmarks of this ghoulish age Defenders of the grave, defenders of the Stone walls do not a prison make, nor shovels full of sod a grave So pray the lord your soul to take, you'll need defenders of the grave Defenders of the grave, hallmarks of this ghoulish age Defenders of the grave, defenders of the grave