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