Paroles de Second Death

Beneath mountain stones An evil of primal forces Uncorrupt and heavy Man is far too weak The headland above the sea The 2nd burial mound Their bodies were weary And their minds were dreary All for nothing Though years pass A glass of life Refilled when emptied Uncorrupt pitch black Weight of an ox Fires to cleanse And to reduce And to die again And to wish for a 2nd death