Burn This Place
Jeffrey Dunn, Conrad Lant
I'm alive but dead, awake but asleep
As friend gather round and mourners they weep
My mind thinks of all the things I have done
My body is cold but my heart beat goes on
And on and on as they lower me down into
That hole in the ground
I scream out for help but
They hear not a sound
I fear at the lid, my fingers they bleed
Is this happening to me or is it just a dream
Summon the dead baphomets call
Blood on my hands