Necromancer

Begin again and never sin.
Restart the clock; don't hit the rock.
This devil's dance is your last chance.

The singer sings so far away
all while the digger digs the grave.
Crossing twixt these, I stopping stay;
hearing them both, a thought it gave:

The falling spade, rhythm it made—
formed a duet—with music met—

That distant melody was heard, 
and how my soul it did allure, 
but still remembered I the word, 
that in the grave I'd find the cure:

For out of death I'd draw new breath.