Inhearsed Alive Testo

some ordinary and nameless grave.'
('The Premature Burial' by Edgar Allan Poe)
Seems like I am still alive
Strange droning strokes my ears
I open my eyes but can't see the light
As darkness all around forges my fear
Racking heartbeat stabs the brain
Weight of a mountain squeezes the breast
Grave walls are my final chains
I am encoffined in a tomb for the rest
To face this nightmare I cannot even dare
The pure imagination now has come true
Death is a thing that makes mankind scared
God does not think as He has never been fair
Deafened by screams I still don't believe
The depths the sane will never receive
Lips are stun waiting for shout
Creed from below but hope from above