Awakening Buried in the ground Call coming from ancient times says, You ll never be found Like the process of waking the dead I see your rotting now You re grotesque, putrid and dead Tortured heart is nailed through Whispering minds, decaying flesh chills the spine Seeing with no eyes Mind missing, but thoughts run through Like the process of waking the dead Breaking the boundaries Heart beating that has now died Like the process of waking the dead Protect inside this heart has now slowly died Torn apart, your mind is gone You your dead die [Lead-Fralick] [Lead-Masri] The heart of nails