Bleached Earth

The bones are breaking

They turn to dust

In the bleached earth

The bleached earth

The flowers

Are long dead

From his hearse

From his hearse

And the bad souls

Are still kicking

From his curse

In the bleached earth

And soon his loved ones

Will join him

In the earth

The bleached earth

The fret and worry

Of his life

Were not worth

In the bleached earth

The bleached earth