Kolmas haud vasakult (third grave from the left)

Each night as the alley's getting dim
my path's toward the graveyard again
my love awaits me there -
third grave from the left

you broke my heart
I broke your neck
your earthly hell
my heavenly bliss

piling up your bones
I hold you in my arms
stroke your little skull
beneath the moon so full

hark! my grief so great
how have I let you to disintegrate
you're scattered into a thousand pieces
I must please myself with crosses

you're so unbearably near
only six feet below
the surplus of flesh hanging
on maggot-gnawed bones

... third grave from the left