How Cold The Grave

The Crypt Is Ready
Last Rites Are Read
But In The Coffin
I Am Not Dead

You'll Never Know The Horror
Of Being Called Death
For Inside This Earthen Chamber
I Am Breathing My Last Breath

Tears Are Shed
Mournful Strife
Flowers Strewn
As You Burry Life

I Hear The Resounding Clang
Of The Consecrated Bell
Holy Water Chills My Face
But Why Can't You Tell

I Can Not Move
I Am Trapped Inside
Don't Bother To Exhume
I Have Already Died

Don't Just Stand There
Fucking Help Me
With The Lid Closed
I Can't Even See

How Cold The Grave