| Song | My Hearse |
| Artist | Krohm |
| Album | A World Through Dead Eyes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Along comes my hearse, | |
| Marked with contempt, | |
| Silently about | |
| Its rotting descent. | |
| Fickle the flame, | |
| As chill it brings; | |
| Tired and weary | |
| As the raven sings. | |
| My time has come | |
| And bitter is the taste. | |
| My time, it seems, | |
| Is met with haste. | |
| So carry me softly | |
| With your gentle sway, | |
| Back to the womb, | |
| In the earth I lay. | |
| Grieve me not, | |
| I have no remorse for I have arrived. |