Feel the heat from the sweat of the cold Bodies withered decayed and old They lay beneath the cold, black earth The final resting place, destined form birth
Buried alive in a prison below Left to die in a six foot hole As he feels his time has run out He hears someone above, he begins to shout
Please open the grave and let me out I'm still alive, can you hear me shout Open the grave and then you will see For it's not a spirit that you hear, it's me Set me free, set me free
He begins to hear the sound of a pick Someone is digging, but time is ticking Now he begins to drip with sweat Cause he knows his prayers haven't been answered yet
Buried deep in a prison below Left to die in a six foot hole Seeing his life pass before his eyes Hoping that someone will hear his cries
Open the grave and let me out I'm still alive, can you hear me shout Please, open the grave and then you will see I'm not a spirit, and I can breathe Cause I'm free, yes I'm free
The churches of the world are crumbling Feel the fall of tower of cultures As your flesh is ripped by social vultures
So here I stand after the war My body is broken and my mind is torn
Colliding with time, past and future So tell me if I'm in the dead past or ruined future
The churches of the world are crumbling Feel the fall of tower of cultures As your flesh is ripped by social vultures
So here I stand after the war My body is broken and my mind is tornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
