Open the Grave - Heathen

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 torn