Paroles:
Grave Below

evil is set free Domination since the dawn of time Soulhunter will prevail again The only angels you'll ever see Will be the dark ones - Below Trying

With qualms that I speak of the wrists I have cut By flooding the tubs where the warmth held below The lockets believe that the secret of love Has caught

my brother above me, who took a rebel stand. He was just eighteen, proud and brave, But a Yankee laid him in his grave, I swear by the mud below my feet

the darkness, beat up spun and scarred. Prepare for another war. Day by day we decay. Sunlight, get out of my way. Dig up yourself from your grave.

there?s a little old man With a little shovel in his little bitty hand He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves He hates the reverend

From this day on I own my father's gun We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun I laid his broken body down below the southern land It wouldn't do to

(Bill Monroe/Peter Rowan) The wind is blowing across the mountain Down on the valley way below It sweeps the grave of my darling When I die that's where

a wonder and a wild desire Bless the day it was I shared your name Yesterday forever speaks your grave Hail the shower from the broadside To the heavens down below

I see, I see You buried, Six feet below. Another life, goes into the night. I couldn't let him breathe, 'Cause I didn't wanna die. Now that I see, I see You buried, Six feet below