I sing a song to the dead From my heart profoundly sad Forlorn, I cling to everything that is them by betraying their peace I keep d**h in asylum Song for the dead! [X4] I touch their eyes, harvest their ruin, and wrap it in mine to try to see them I can't let them go, this day in decay, til d**h do us part - that's what they all say Song for the dead! [X4] I wear their clothes, so warm and tight You think it's wrong? I know I'm right Cause even their hair, so soft and fine, once straightened their skull, now looks good on mine Oh... looks good on mine Song for the dead! [X4] All good things must come to an end, empty words when d**h is your friend I'm living this endless, lucid dream, in the land of the dead and to liberty Never buried, neither forgotten, I dance and laugh amongst the rotten And when, my kingdom, meets its maker, what song will I sing at the Undertaker?