Original lyrics
ENDo not heed the words that are spoken in haste
Look to your left and sigh
Applaud while i pull a smiling corpse from my hat
This night smells like falling rain
The black cart will take you where i want it to go
Never cross this bridge, it is guarded by wolves and kings
9 complaints were filed by those who lost their lives
By any means, keep your wits about you
The dead are leading the dying through the forest of the impaled
