the church bell tolls

empty the hearse

I can't forget her final curse

 

sods fill the grave

I hear her words

in the elms shriek angry birds

 

they've all gone now

it starts to snow

her spirit just wont let me go

 

I rarely sleep

my life is tough

they didn't bury her deep enough

 

ten years go by

her plot's run wild

today's the funeral of our child

 

open it lies

to fit him in

from the depths she berates my sin

 

the bell hangs still

no mounrful knell

her screams rise from the fires of hell

 

space for one more

this time I flee

I know just what is awaiting me