Sargeist

Tears wet the coffin dustMourning stains the wooden lidThrough the sadness and depressionI awake in the stone cold graveWeird glow in the vault around meA sense of freezing atmosphereA coffin spirit of past remembranceHowling at the moon in my memoriesAll around the cobwebs are silentEven spiders have died so long agoVoid of life in hear is so definiteI exist but not to live againIn my death the omens were profoundTongues that uttered curse and doomBorn under the Master's spellHungry for the warmth that I would spit onTears wet the coffin dustMourning stains the wooden lidThrough the sadness and depressionI awake in the stone cold graveThere is no life, no humanityNothing to keep me from sufferingNothing to feed my burning soul withNothing to spill my hate upon