You move like smoke through the room
buried down, don't make a sound,
your fingertips set in your mouth.
Enemies are waiting at our door,
they have not forgotten what we've
done to them the night before.
Our ghosts follow every step we move,
they know we won't make it
till the evening.
They sing «Are we dead?»
Singing «Are we dead in you?»
Singing «Are we dead?»
The sky is red
My bones are aching
My wounds are bleeding
My knees are kneeling
Please love
Deliver us
«Are we dead?»
Singing «Are we dead in you?»
Singing «Are we dead?»
Singing «Are we dead and falling down?»
Lay in my grave with me my love.
We'll die side by side,
hand in hand.
And our ghosts follow us in the winter,
and the winter is taking us down.
And the wind is playing with snow on our bodies.
She's opening the woodwork and
she's sealing us inside,
to remain there as a secret
for some another lifetime.
And she's opening the woodwork of urne,
she's sealing us inside.
I don't care just take my hand
oh, just take my hand
and die with me my love.