SINGLE B-SIDE
10 SUMMER SOLSTICE
It’s finally that time of year
12 o’clock is getting near
Laying in the cemetry
soon to wake and be set free
My bed, a coffin wet from rain
nocturnal birds scream out in pain
Six feet of earth above my head
I crawl up through the mud and leaves
A voice calls to raise the dead
I gasp and start to breathe
Flesh and blood is our wine
we dance, the graves wide open
Moonlight flickers, passing time
until the spell is broken
Make your move right now
Dust you’ll be soon anyhow
Make your move right now
Dust you’ll be soon anyhow
The cold bones of a time gone by
the rats have had their fill
Black shadows where the bodies lay
the soul you cannot kill!
It’s finally that time of year...
(Translated with the help of Tufty, Toxic Reasons)
© 1987
P. Puck
