I don't need no gaping grave
Once deceased, cast me out to sea
On a great black ship
I'll hope to reach
The north pole
Let my skin crack

Why do you crave a gapping grave
Why do you lust for eternal solitude
I want to join
Can we do this?
Why do you crave a gapping grave
And disregard the pleasures
Of life? Why do you lust?

To be crushed, by deaths icy hands
Deaths icy hands