Gravediggers

Fire will burn the Earth when hell rises
Show me your leader, that's when we prize
The way our world turns, and is controlled
By the power hungry men, we roll
In our bed of eternal sleepers
The grave diggers create mounds deeper
Then the previous years of pitch black
Our coffins are created for the cracks
In time where we all undoubtedly end
Because of all our unforgivable sins
I cry for what our world has become
Help us, the father, spirit, and the son