The Sarcophagus

When the old man raises his bony hand
The flesh is kissed by the cold breath of death
When the heat has gone, no need to dread
The black stone cage will rot you in the end

As the hunger of time corrodes nothing will be left
In the deep slumber with the cold, flesh is embraced
By the underworld elders, I am the one who is blessed
The spirit is forever free, this shall not be the end

In the darkest hours, I carved the opus of death with my nails
As a slave of a forgotten symphony

Breathless, I woke up to the night
Senseless, I gazed to the frozen stars
Fearless, I wandered under the moonlight
Graveless, among the fallen ones

Death is the beginning!!!

This is the exclamation
Awakening to a new dark world
Discovering another way of life
Starting from the beginning

This is the wisdom
Rebellion for a mortal existence
Freedom of unleashed spirit
This is the truth of Sarcophagus