Second Death Lyrics

Beneath mountain stones
An evil of primal forces
Uncorrupt and heavy
Man is far too weak
The headland above the sea
The 2nd burial mound
Their bodies were weary
And their minds were dreary
All for nothing
Though years pass
A glass of life
Refilled when emptied

Uncorrupt pitch black
Weight of an ox
Fires to cleanse
And to reduce
And to die again
And to wish for a 2nd death