“You think I’m crazy, right? Would that make anything better, if I was crazy? Is that it? Would that make anything better?!”      Night falls with black wings    He throws at her bed    Gets stressed and takes off    To sing to the dead      Oh graverobber, oh graverobber   Oh graverobber, oh graverobber      In nightmares   His breath stings    He wanders like he’s lost      Seven days   He’s frozen dry   He rotted in the frost      Flying doves   Watch from afar    As he falls at the ground      Seventeen ring   From the sky   The course he has found      Oh graverobber, oh graverobber   Oh graverobber, oh graverobber      “You think I’m crazy, right? Would that make anything better, if I was crazy? Is that it? Would that make anything better?!”      Behind him   With his sleeping friends   He lays down his head      Kissing lips    Are tasting the   Souls from the dead      Robber and Thieves    Have no respect    For those he loves      Solemnity knows    Someone else   He falls prey to      Oh graverobber, oh graverobber   Oh graverobber, oh graverobber