Krohm — My Hearse lyrics

Lyrics

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