원문 가사
EN번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
Shovels in hands, he has to be moved
His torment of land must be ended
Making their way into his grave
Will his betray be amended?
Deep in the ground, down in the dark
His body is found grim as dreaded
The repellent smell of moulder and rot
The odour of Hell from the wounded
Revolting and foul, decomposition
Still on the prowl, the departed
Fright in their eyes, task is commenced
His gruesome days will be ended
