Awakening

Buried in the ground

Call coming from ancient times says,

You ll never be found

Like the process of waking the dead



I see your rotting now

You re grotesque, putrid and dead

Tortured heart is nailed through

Whispering minds, decaying flesh chills the spine

Seeing with no eyes

Mind missing, but thoughts run through

Like the process of waking the dead



Breaking the boundaries

Heart beating that has now died

Like the process of waking the dead



Protect inside this heart has now slowly died

Torn apart, your mind is gone

You your dead die



[Lead-Fralick]

[Lead-Masri]



The heart of nails