Coffin Maker

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