Buried Hatchet

Buried with the deadA gruesome fearThese corpses feed on my soulInsanityAs we wither, our bodies turn to dustEnclosed, embedded.All we cannot see is lostGazing in the eyes of the deadThe time has come for us to be dismemberedEnticed by this cruel fateThe hatchet is buriedSworn to eliminateThe stage is set, my eyes, they cannot seeBoth legs now brokenBody numb and the barrel of the gunIs pointed there right at meAll we see, is the darkness of the light, don't stop meAll we see, is the darkness of the light, don't stop meThese demon walls can't containThis raging anger insideAs they feast on the deadThe wait is overThese corpses feed on my soulInsanityNo chance to fight them offAlways outnumberedDown for the countDead and left behindRavaged and slaughtered