Grave Digger

I awoke, the ground was hard and barely broke The air was filled with morning's smoke The hours fly by so I work There's bound to be wealth in this dirt The heart of the earth holds the key Where all my troubles will flee So I dig, and I dig, and I dig Cause I can't find another way, I'll dig You say that you are dying to live (But at this pace your life you'll give) Death always gets the best of us (And then abandons to the dust) Your work and toil leave only room (For coffins, graves, and deathly tombs) Your work and toil leave only room (For coffins, graves, and deathly tombs) Dig, and you dig, and you dig, and you dig And you must see my friend there's another way I'll capture this life in my cold hands I'll make it fulfill all my demands I'll rip from the earth, the treasures it will bring And crown myself as a conquering king Tell me now what you have found Digging in the earth's cold ground Working with such vigor It's gifts are foul and bitter Tell me now what you have found Digging in the earth's cold ground Working with such vigor All I see's a grave digger So you spoke, and all that you said was a joke On all of your words you will choke You told me "I'm so very lost and that I could have joy without cost" So I'll dig, and I'll dig, and I'll dig, and I'll dig Cause I don't really care what you say, I'll dig And a haunting voice demands and craves (That in its depths a body lays) I feel its cry inside my soul ("That I could never fill this hole") My work and toil leave only room (For coffins, graves, and deathly tombs) My work and toil leave only room (For coffins, graves, and deathly tombs) My pride wrapped me tight and it laid me down to sleep Telling me all that I build and find I keep All that I made was a terrible cold grave In death here I laid is there any way to save my soul? Dig, and I dig, and I dig Dig, and I dig, and I dig Will my body fill this grave? Tell me now what you have found Digging in the earth's cold ground Working with such vigor It's all foul and bitter Tell me now what you have found Digging in the earth's cold ground Working with such vigor All I see's a grave digger How wondrous the sight that had caused these eyes to weep All of my death and hell You would bear and reap Though all that I made was a terrible cold grave In death there You laid, for You took my place to save my soul To save my soul To save my soul To save my soul --- Grave Digger - Wolves at the Gate