Walking Over My Grave

There's someone walking over my grave

For a sudden shiver is making its way

Creeping over me, coursing down my spine

And taking over this body of mine

I can feel it in the depths of my being

A chill of the blood

An ominous feeling

There's someone walking over my grave

Or is that you dancing

In front of my future headstone?

You will be the death of me

I feel it in my bones

A horde of people are walking over my grave

For these quivers aren't going away

Making my hair stand on end

And my teeth chatter

Taking me into chilling rapture

It's a quite persisting presence

As if to forewarn me

For something unpleasant

A horde of people are walking over my grave

Or is that you dancing

In front of my future headstone?

You will be the death of me

I feel it

Is that you dancing

In front of my future headstone?

You will be the death of me

I feel it in my bones

I am fully aware of all the warning signs

Yet I'm serving my heart on a platter

And my blood as wine

So I might as well dance along with you

For a piece of me already died

Or is that you dancing

In front of my future headstone?

You will be the death of me

I feel it in my bones

Is that you dancing

In front of my future headstone?

You will be the death of me

I feel it in my bones

I might as well dance along with you

Is that you dancing

In front of my future headstone?

You will be the death of me

I feel it in my bones