Time has taken your living flesh
Stolen your last gasping struggling breath

Lungs in upheaval, brain in a tomb
Becoming sand in a world of gloom

No teeth in it´s skull, yet you´re eaten away
Your epitaph clearer while tissues decay

Your flesh, it turns to dust
The dice of bones are carved and cast
There´s pain to bring and time to kill
There´s cemetery holes to fill

[Leads - EC]

Despite your will, you can´t command
The reaper´s all ensnaring hand

Your flesh, it turns to dust
The dice of bones are carved and cast
There´s pain to bring and time to kill
There´s cemetery holes to fill