I'm alive but dead, awake but asleep As friends gather 'round, and mourners, they weep
My mind thinks of all the things I have done My body is cold, but my heart beat goes on
And on, and on
As they lower me down into that hole in the ground
I scream out for help, but they hear not a sound
I tear at the lid, my fingers, they bleed Is this happening to me or is it just a dream?
* Summon the dead Baphomet's call Blood on my hands
Let me out of here!
My bones are decayed, my flesh it doth rot I'm lying in silk, take the lid off this box
My lungs gasp for air, my eyes scream for sight I promise the rise of my body this night
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