I see the coffins
At the bottom of the mountain
Open caskets
And broken hearts
110 years of empty promises
Their blood still raging
In my veins

Keep your mind in hell and despair not
Thus spake elder Silouan
The years of darkness
Won't bring us down

When you see the pigman
With the dyed blonde hair
Stealing with both hands
From your grandpa's grave
Just what you should do
I don't know
But leave the shovel stuck in his throat

Stand on the brink of despair
And when you see that you can't bare anymore
Draw back a little
Have a cup of tea

Keep your mind in hell and despair not
Keep your mind in hell and despair not