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