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well this is a song about an undertaker. I wrote it with a friend at night while the fog started to grow at the fields. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is allways welcome

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The dark light is knocking at the door,
as the moon is rising from the other end of the floor.
while the fog sets herself at night,
I can feel a shiver that makes room for the morning light

And I’m not afraid to live another day,
to carry someone else’s body away.
but still there are some things I try to understand
before my body is also dragged into the ground
when they lower me down,
down,
down.


Deep down in the ground and cold they’ll always be.
I don’t have any blame,
for this job to be done they’ve asked me.

well I’m not afraid to live another day,
to carry someone else’s body away.
but still there are some things I try to understand
before my body is also dragged into the ground
when they lower me down,
down,
down.
will I be the one who will rise up.

They call me the undertaker
it’s a lonely business at night.
but surprisingly it’s the only thing that never dies.
and keeps me alive