How far I remember the day I lost my wife
I thought that losing her was the end of my life
But I held on and thought there was something better
Than sinking like a stone, so I became a gravedigger

Staying home, living alone, dropping tears on my own
I do have never known where these voices came from
As sweet as the morn, they were just saying :
"Son Hey, there´s work to be done among coffins and bones"

Then all over the years, buried pounds of corpses
Saw gallons of tears and drank thousands of beers
I buried some lawyers
I buried some junkies
I buried some preachers
I buried some bitches
I buried my mother
I buried my sister
I buried some miners
I buried gravediggers

Old enough to give in, I am digging your vault
And in the state i´m in, you may think it´s not yours
Digging deeper and deeper as you´re getting ever colder
Anyhow you can rave, I won´t fall in the grave

For the rest of my years, I´ll bury pounds of corpses
See gallons of tears and drinks thousands of beers
I´ll bury you lawyers
I´ll bury you junkies
I´ll bury you preachers
I´ll bury you bitches
I´ll bury your Queen
I´ll bury you mother
I´ll bury your King
Oh, I´ll bury you brother

Yes, I´ll bury you dreamers
And bury your teachers
And bury you friend
And I´ll bury...
Yes I´ll bury you Hereos
And bury your singers
And bury you Kinds
And I´ll bury
Gravediggers