Feel the heat from the sweat of the cold 
Bodies withered decyed and old 
They lay beneath the cold, black earth 
The final resting place, destined form birth 

Buried alive in a prison below 
Left to die in a six foot hole 
As he feels his time [bad word] out 
He hears someone above, he begins to shout 

Please open the grave and let me out 
I m still alive, can you hear me shout 
Open the grave and then you will see 
For it's not a spirit that you hear, it s me 
Set me free, set me free 

He begins to hear the sound of a pick 
Someone is digging, but time is ticking 
Now he begins to drip with sweat 
Cause he knows his prayers haven t been answered yet 

Buried deep in a prison below 
Left to die in a six foot hole 
Seeing his life pass before his eyes 
Hoping that someone will hear his cries 

Open the grave and let me out 
I'm still alive, can you hear me shout 
Please, open the grave and then you will see 
I'm not a spirit, and I can breathe 
Cause I'm free, yes I'm free 

The churches of the world are [bad word] 
Feel the fall of tower of cultures 
As your flesh is ripped by social vultures 

So here I stand after the war 
My body is broken and my mind is torn 

Colliding with time, past and future 
So tell me if I m in the dead past [bad word] future 

The churches of the world are [bad word] 
Feel the fall of tower of cultures 
As your flesh is ripped by social vultures 

So here I stand after the war 
My body is broken and my mind is torn