Song | My Hearse |
Artist | Krohm |
Album | A World Through Dead Eyes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Along comes my hearse, | |
Marked with contempt, | |
Silently about | |
Its rotting descent. | |
Fickle the flame, | |
As chill it brings; | |
Tired and weary | |
As the raven sings. | |
My time has come | |
And bitter is the taste. | |
My time, it seems, | |
Is met with haste. | |
So carry me softly | |
With your gentle sway, | |
Back to the womb, | |
In the earth I lay. | |
Grieve me not, | |
I have no remorse for I have arrived. |