If the deepest part of your hell is only 6 feet below,
Dig deeper,
If the truest part of your tale is all encrypted in code,
Be deceivers,
If the cruelest start of this nail is being driven too slow,
Be reapers,
If the quickest heart that you failed was with a simple "Hello",
Be sleepers
Your anxious words,
Left in silence,
This ancient curse,
Bred this violence
Your secrets lie in the dirt,
Amongst wise men,
Now think of death as a flirt,
Approaching so often,
Spreading arms,
Your sequence now in reverse,
Yet again,
This splint of time is inert,
Reopen this coffin,
Yearning for some company
Reopen this coffin
What lies beneath,
Looms above,
Unsaid in stone,
With death unloved,
What lies with wreaths,
Blooms above,
Unsaid in stone,
When life atoned
It was too late,
Misdirected by it's path only to create,
The winter chill that bares it's life,
That of which cannot be revitalized,
Leave it to the seasons,
Void of reason
You'll lead this hearse,
Absent of crowds,
With deeds immersed,
In actions foul
This is the life of Marzanna,
This strife is winter's cold
Die and let die by the mass,
This evil curse won't last
Now with the death Marzanna,
Bring forth the life of Kostroma,
How were we lead to the water,
And slain by nature's order,
Now with the death of Marzanna,
Bring forth the life of Kostroma,
Your secrets lie in the dirt,
Amongst wise men,
Now think of death as a flirt,
Approaching so often,
Spreading arms,
Your sequence now in reverse,
Yet again,
This splint of time is inert,
Reopen this coffin,
Yearning for company
