My zombie takes great care of me
From hell he brings me back unusual gifts
Hot desert sand for me to walk on
Rocks from sisyphus he puts in my pocket

I carry fruits and flowers in a bag when I come
For your empty vases and for your body’s vessel
We light all the candles for a protective halo
Wax from the gods, wax from your demons, twisted

My zombie takes great care of me
From hell he brings me back unusual gifts
Wings of his design with the birds he killed
Delicious beverage a cure a poisoni drink

Dressed in armor with a sword in my hand
Never know who you will be til the door opens
Candles in the wind flicker in your presence
Flicker from the gods, flicker from your demons