down we go with rusted toolsnwe dig with fingers crossednand through our hands reach deeper stillnour lungs in shallow air lie caughtnnin wee hours the night lies deadnhallowed ground is what we treadnscraping by is all we donbut soon and very soon we'll be resting toonndig! dig! can you dig it? can you dig?nnand down we go on blackened wingsnwe've come to change our fatesnbut if eyes of God see through this fognthe Devil will awaitnnmake haste my friends: the candle burnsnwe've no time 'til the watch returnsnhide us now oh rock of agesnroll past the light, disguise our facesnnand now we run like damned foolsnour sinful starlit schemesnmay wicked whims and lifeless limbsnnever haunt my dreamsnnrun! run! run! run!