Wolves At The Gate Grave Digger
I awoke, the ground was hard and barely broke,
the air was filled with morning's smoke
The hours fly by so I work,
there's bound to be wealth in this dirt
The heart of the earth holds the key where all my troubles will flee
So I dig, and I dig, and I dig
'cus I can't find another way, I'll dig
You say that you are dying to live, but at this pace your life you'll give
Death always gets the best of us and then abandons to the dust
Your work and toil leave only room
for coffins, graves and deathly tombs
Your work and toil leave only room
for coffins, graves and deathly tombs
Dig and you dig, and you dig,
and you must see my friend there's another way
I'll capture this life in my cold hands
I'll make it fulfill all my demands
I'll rip from the earth the treasures it will bring
and crown myself as a conquering king
Tell Me now what you have found
Digging in the earth's cold ground
Working with such vigor
Its gifts are foul and bitter
Tell Me now what you have found
Digging in the earth's cold ground
Working with such vigor
All I see's a grave digger
So you spoke, and all that you said was a joke
On all of your words you will choke
You told me
"I"m so very lost and that I could have the joy without the cost"
So I'll dig, and I'll dig, and I'll dig
'cus i don't really care what you'll say, I'll dig
And a haunting voice demands and craves that in its depths a body lays
I feel its cry inside my soul
"That I could never fill this hole"
My work and toil leave only room
for coffins, graves and deathly tombs
My work and toil leave only room
for coffins, graves and deathly tombs
My pride wrapped me tight and it laid me down to sleep
Telling me all that I build and find I keep
All that I made was a terrible cold grave
In death here I laid is there any way to save my soul?
Dig, and I dig, and I dig
Dig and I dig, and I dig
Will my body fill this grave?
Tell Me now what you have found
Digging in the earth's cold ground
Working with such vigor
Its all foul and bitter
Tell Me now what you have found
Digging in the earth's cold ground
Working with such vigor
All I see's a grave digger
How wondrous the sight that had caused these eyes to weep
All of my death and hell You would bear and reap
Though all that I made was a terrible cold grave
In death there You laid, for You took my place to save my soul!
To save my soul!