In the Grave - Suicidal Angels

Lay down beneath the ground

This is where you belong

Shining stones above your head

Face when comes the dawn

Asphyxiated, lost in decay

A sorrowful way of death

Disrespected, mutilated

You’re sorting out of breath

In the grave

Draw the power in your head

Create a fake prophet

Hearing preacher’s last words

Trapped inside the casket

I’ll meet you there, rip off your soul

Maggots eat your flesh

I’ll wear your skin and live your life

You’re sorting out of breath

In the grave

In the grave

I’ll never stop the haunting

Until you all are mine

Piece by piece collect your life

Your stars will never shine

In the grave forced to face

The fears when light is gone

In the grave, in the grave

Where all the hopes are lost

I’ll never stop the haunting

Until you rot and die

Torture and destruction

Your hopes will never rise

In the grave forced to face

The fears when light is gone

In the grave, in the grave

Where all the hopes are lost

In the grave

In the grave

In the grave

In the grave

In the grave