Arkhon The Graverobber - Sadistik Exekution

Have you ever thought about the dead and the way they rest

Has it ever crossed your mind that things aren’t always the best

If you were six feet down in the dirt with not much meat on your carcass

Life’s bloody crook when you aint got one, trapped in a wooden casket

Although being dead’s not much fun, you’ve got at least one mate

I’m not talking about the idiot above or the other bloke down below

This mate of yours, he’s a twisted soul, but he’ll be there every night

With his demented gaze and rusty old shovel, he’s come to say hello

At night he arrives with his bag of tricks

He’s Arkon the grave robber

By the moonlight he digs the up the dirt

To say «how ya going brother»

He’s Arkon the grave robber

Fukken Arkon the grave robber

Bronte, Waverly and big old Rookwood, all the dead are there

So many shriveled up korpses, it’s a fukking nightmare

Arkon’s got so many dead friends when he gets around

At the hour of midnight he’ll start digging up the ground

Buried back in 666 it’s a fukking long time since you were rotting

Never mind, Arkon will make a call — you’re his mate, not forgotten

He digs through the dirt and opens your coffin, his face will give you a fright

Stone the fukken crows mate it’s Arkon in the dead of the night !

At night he arrives with his bag of tricks

He’s Arkon the grave robber

By the moonlight he digs up the dirt

To say «how ya going brother»

He’s Arkon the grave robber

Fukken Arkon the grave robber

Although being dead’s not much fun, you’ve got at least one mate

I’m not talking about the idiot above or the other bloke down below

This mate of yours, he’s a twisted soul, but he’ll be there every night

With his demented gaze and rusty old shovel, he’s come to say g’day

«How ya going brother»

Fukken Arkon the grave robber

Arkon the grave fukken robber…