There is a place where [bad word] to lay
All along, they'll say calling out your name,
Please stay in the shadow of my grave

Far beyond your will
Chilling calls haunt you still
Every night you fall asleep
I'll call out from the deep
Please stay in the shadow of my grave

Here that I sit 
Alone in this pit
With a horrible rot
And terrible itch
It's you that I crave
Alone from the grave
longing that won't ever die
Far away crys 
In horror yet still
My [bad word] dry 
Never to overfill 
The yawning of trees 
Who've bent in the wind
Calling out your name still
Please stay in the shadow of my grave