Feel the heat and the sweat of the cold
Bodies withered decade and old
They lay beneath the cold black earth
The final resting place, destined from 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...
It's not a spirit that you hear, it's me...
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 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...
It's not a spirit and I can breath
Cause I'm free, yes I'm free...

The churches of the world are crumbling
Feel the fall of the tower to 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 the tower to 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