My zombie takes great care of me
From hell he brings me back unusual gifts
Hot desert sand for me to walk on
Rocks from sisyphus he puts in my pocket -I carry
Fruits and flowers in a bag when I come
For your empty vases and for your body's vessel
We light all the candles for a protective halo
Wax from the gods, wax from your demons - twisted
My zombie takes great care of me
From hell he brings me back unusual gifts
Wings of his design with the birds he killed
Delicious beverage a cure a poison - I drink
Dressed in armor with a sword in my hand
Never know who you will be til the door opens
Candles in the wind flicker in your presence
Flicker from the gods, flicker from your demons
