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Funeral hunger meets funeral thirst

The fruit of the grave is aglow

Tomb-flower honey, sap from a blooming hearse

Sweet nectar of death in me flows

The church bell is swollen

And ready to give birth

Sweet nectar of death from below

Jingle shovels bring

Exult and a joyous carol sing

Grave words of darkness in grave-lantern light

Your death is a sun among stars

A torch turned upside-down in order to ignite

The grave lantern in my heart

Your death is a green field

Your coffin a blue sky

Your funeral is a warm hug

On each eye, a coin

Extol and our coffin carol join

Milk from a fresh casket churned into mirth

Grapes of decay stomped into wine

Salvation is a puddle of hallowed dirt

In which we now must wallow like swine

Your death is a true friend

Your grave a caring nurse

Within whom we now must wallow like swine