Coffin Maker Songtext
von 13th Chime

De mortus nill nisi bonum
De mortus nill nisi bonum

Sanded wood, coarse black hair
He liked to think nobody cared
He often tried to nail me in
He laughed and joked
Made mindless sin

Black is the color of your hair
Lead us not into despair
I- I- I knew the coffin maker
I- I- I knew the coffin maker
I knew him


Something bad it couldn′t touch
The smell of years it meant too much
A shadow in the distance
My mind was lost to his existence

Black is the color of your hair
Lead us not into despair
I- I- I loved the coffin maker
I- I- I loved the coffin maker
I loved him

De mortus nill nisi bonum
They walk the ice cold freezer room
We no longer lie on slabs of lead
Don't- don′t speak ill of the dead

Black is the color of your hair
Lead us not into despair
I- I- I killed the coffin maker
I- I- I killed the coffin maker
I killed him