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 death in asylum

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

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 death do us part - that's what they all say

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

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 draping their skull

Now looks good on mine

Oh... looks good on mine

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

All good things must come to an end

Empty words when death is your friend

I'm living this endless lucid dream

In the land of the dead I'm King Libertine

Never buried, neither forgotten, I dance and laugh amongst the rotten

And when my kingdom will meet it's maker, one song will silence the undertaker!