She threw the first handfulInto the graveShe called forth her tearsShe knew how to behaveNot revealing the secret that she held insideAnd they all felt such pity for my poor, widowed brideAnd I could not condemn them, for some years agoWhen the hot winds of passion through my own loins did blowI drank her deception, and it quenched my thirstDarkness hidden in beauty, like a fine redwood hеarseNow she has lain me down to sleepAnd nеver shall I riseThe serpent's nurse with bitten handShould come as no surpriseNow she lies with another, held tight in embraceAnd I lie in this casket in this unholy placeMy dead heart is throbbing, with vengeance its beatAnd I climb, with a cold smileTo my wife I shall meetAnd the cold wind is bitter, and the clouds hide the moonI pass my old village, my time coming soonAnd I look through my window, in my bed they are warmBut they both start to shiver from the strength of my scornAnd I will lay her down to sleepAnd never will she riseThe dying nurse will crush the snakeBrought forth her own demiseI go out to the barn, and I get my old scytheMy milk cow is lean, left to starve by my wifeMy oxen are haggard, and my silo is bareI move back to the house, my wife has not a prayerAnd I cross through the threshold, catch the smell of their lustAnd I pull them apart, and the blade I do thrustThrough his stomach so deeply, and the wood that's belowThis he could not dislodge, death will come but be slowI catch my wife quickly, even though she has runAll her days in the parlor, while I worked in the sunToo much candy and gossip will make a girl weepAnd as I dragged her behind, she was too scared to speakI said, "I loved you, and worked hard to give you a lifeAnd you bled my heart empty, as a thanks for my strifeSo you could have your lover, and the money I boreBut there's room in this casket for our love evermore."Now we both lay down to sleepAnd never will we riseWith dirt packed on, there was no oneTo hear her muffled cries
