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 pockets -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