i sing a song to the dead from my heart profoundly sad forlorn i cling to everything that is them by betraying their peace i keep death in asylum song for the dead song for the dead song for the dead song for the dead i touch their eyes harvest their ruin and wrap it in mine to try to see them i can t let them go this day in decay til death do us part that s what they all say song for the dead song for the dead song for the dead song for the dead i wear their clothes so warm and tight you think it s wrong i know i m right cause even their hair so soft and fine once draping their skull now looks good on mine oh looks good on mine song for the dead song for the dead song for the dead song for the dead all good things must come to an end empty words when death is your friend i m living this endless lucid dream in the land of the dead and to liberty never buried neither forgotten i dance and laugh amongst the rotten and when my kingdom meets its maker what song will i sing at the undertaker 1