Grave Digger - Wolves At The Gate

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