An old legend
A cemetery without tombs
Around the lighthouse
Innocents buried alive
Always suffering since they´re dead
Fresh meat
Now becomes rotten
Under the earth
Tales from this evil man
Just thinking in his own path

Digging graves
No one here will rest in peace
In his mind
The shovel is a way
To be God lighthouse, lighthouse ripper
A hundred years, a thousand sins
His cruelty has grown since the first

Even killing, he´s still thirsty
Is this a man, or is it a beast?
Unleashing souls from their bodies
He laughs the sound of a storm stinking
Dry blood, he comes back home
Sure he is the one

Digging graves
The nightmare is not over yet
In his mind
Collecting souls made him immortal
Light house, lighthouse ripper
Digging graves
Now his body is six feet under
In his mind
He became lord of hell
Light house, lighthouse ripper