Hear

by Satans Reject   Feb 15, 2007


As i lay in my cold grave
i can not help but think of what this world is now like.
i hear you play your devil music
you have awoken me from this trance

as i walk the earth once again
the people gaze in wonder at me
they gaze in fear

as the sun begins to come out
i wash away with the night

i lay in my coffin
i hear the knock of my chamber door
i hear your heart pounce
i hear the beast inside

i get back into a slumber
a slumber so deep not even death can wake me

i hear the first raven call my name
i hear my grave ...
i hear the call of death

the wind blows my soul from me
the sea longs for my heart

i hear death whisper my name
i hear you die inside
i hear my heart stop ...

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