Gravelord

I woke with despair in my heart, from the pain of being alive

Every second I spend on this earth makes me want to convulse and die

Burn all the bones before they come to life

Cut them down from their ceaseless strife

You will fall, by the sword

In the tomb, of the gravelord

I learned how to deal with loss so many moons ago

I feel I'm dead inside but I will not subside

One thousand eyes, shrouded in smoke

Fingers of knives, in the devils cloak

This sickness growing in your lungs

Soon you'll be unable to scream

Trapped in this world of sorrow

You will fail, you will turn hollow

Burn all the bones before they come to life

Cut them down from their ceaseless strife

You will fall. By the sword

In the tomb. Of the gravelord

The suffering you will endure

Will amount to nothing in the end

Your body will lay where the old one lies

In the dark, in the cold, prepare to die