Bury the Living

One dark night, I went out to kill.

Waiting for my victims to pass.

Lurking in the shadows I'd hide.

With my knife and the element of surprise,

Run from my killing.

I bury the living. Bury you alive. Leave you to die.

Chasing you down I pull out my knife,

holding it over an inch from your eye.

You twist and squirm and fight for your life.

As I jam the knife right into your spine.

Paralyzed from the neck down.

I throw you into a hold in the ground.

You're still alive as I cover your grave.

There you will stay as you start to decay.

Here... Awaken.

Spirits... Beyond death.

Life taken... and cast out into oblivion.