Once again I leave my grave!
Dirt and daisies hit the pave!
No sooner than I have turned,

I hear the devil cooking up a new storm.
My world ends on a regular basis?
I fed quick and lonesome places

No sooner that I am dead,
I feel the ravens tugging at my hair!


Chorus:
Oh! Hark!
Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky?

Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side?
And are those the goddesses of hope in your stride?
And watch out!

Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows!
Oh they couldn't hold a candle up to you,
But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too!


Oh! Hark!
Once again I leave my grave

And dirt and daisies hit the pave
But no sooner than I am dead
I feel the ravens tugging at my hair.

Once again I leave my grave,
Like a bird out of its cage!
No sooner that I have won

I feel the storm clouds plotting against the sun!

Chorus x 2

Oh! Hark!