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When the shadow falls from Death's black bird,
then we human freeze and crawls into hide.
The bloodred flower, that lands on my flesh,
it calls to life at the stench of death.

So listen, you boneman, keep well in hide:
Many have you taken, but we are still here.
listen, you old boneman, keep well in hide:
Many have you taken, but we are still here.

Your pitty skeleton casts shadows on the world.
You say you are king, but only looks like a rag;
One day you'll come to everything, there now is life;
Even us, there here is gathered, will fall for you knife

So listen, you boneman, keep well in hide:
Many have you taken, but we are still here.
Yes listen, you boneman, keep well in hide:
Many have you taken, but still are we here.

Through all times, day walk and night in circle:
Where every child grows up, Death is ready.
Families shall come, and families will pass,
Ya everything will change, only life will live on.


So listen, you boneman, keep well in hide:
Many have you taken, but we are still here.
Yes listen, you old boneman, keep well in hide:
Many have you taken, but we are still here.

So listen, you boneman, keep well in hide:
Many have you taken, but we are still here.
Yes listen, you boneman, keep well in hide:
Many have you taken, but we are still here.