Dead Things in Jars Songtext
von Alastor

Dead without decomposing
Stiches, their mouths are closing
Sweet smells from all around
Their tiny bodies bound
Eyes blacked out, open wide
Filled with formaldehyde
Preserved and pickled slow
Put in the yard for show

I hear them calling
Shadows are falling
Dead things in yards
There′s no denying
Red eyes are crying
Dead things in yards
Dead things in yards


Still moving, skulls are pale
Reptilian without scale
Even though they are dead
They talk inside my head

I hear them calling
Shadows are falling
Dead things in yards
There's no denying
Red eyes are crying
Dead things in yards
Dead things in yards

I hear them calling
Shadows are falling
Dead things in yards
There′s no denying
Red eyes are crying
Dead things in yards