Below the Ground
from 6
feet underneath a stony ground
I listen to your whimers - an awfull
sound
false swears and lies spoken on this holy space
from people surrounding my blood splatered grave
pretending
to care, to be hurt by my loss
don't know nothing about the man that I was
stomping my ground, so I wouldn't get out
so there's not gonna be a single doubt
that my
soul 's gonna burn in hell's hottest fire
and this is my reason for my desire
to return
and let them burn