Violins.

Vilions play a cryptic melody,

as we're tossed into our tombs,

Bone continue to break,

bugs escape from our wounds,

Some men still alive,

others passed out cold,

those who are still alive,

suffer from the cold.

And once there are,

no men left to pile,

the begin the immolation,

and catch the corpses on fire.

When they're all out of concepts,

the creep into their head,

they carry on the last step,

to make sure we all are dead.

Finally they seal the tomb off,

once there are only ashes in the pile,

for our ancestors dare not set foot in the tomb,

for the wrath that the spirits bring when defiled.