In the night was utterd abrupt the coroner’s 
order, to the gravedigger: faster, faster 
Lighting crouched the lanterns rash, and
in case of any light upon the lake: jump 
Dont ask, feign death and we’ll laugh 
once we’re done with the man
The advantage of an undertaker’s 
acquaintance dares chance, a loner 
A fallace, a fake, cant handle the virtue 
Faster, faster 
He mentiond you lynchd thy master 
and that hes coming to pay vigil by 
his bin