Burn This Place

I'm alive but dead, awake but asleep

As friend gather round and mourners they weep

My mind thinks of all the things I have done

My body is cold but my heart beat goes on

And on... and on

As they lower me down into that hole in the ground

I scream out for help but they hear not a sound

I fear at the lid, my fingers they bleed

Is this happening to me or is it just a dream

Summon the dead...

Baphomets call...

Blood on my hands...