When you have been (once) down in your grave   Your mind decays and you're the coffin's slave   And when at midnight the uncanny bell tolls   Terrible noises the dark graveyard calls...      Limbs break through the dirt   Decay stinks like Hell   Dark creatures in the fog   Crusted blood on the dead      Eurynomos sends his souls   Buried by horrible mistakes   They feel they are eaten by the worms   And the night's alive again      Triumph of death   Triumph of death