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