I'm alive but dead, awake but asleep...
As friends 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 tear 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....


"Let me out of here!"


My bones are decayed, my flesh it doth rot
I'm lying in silk, take the lid off this box
My lungs gasp for air, my eyes scream for sight
I promise the rise of my body this night
Summon the dead......
Baphomets call........
Blood on my hands......
Screaming in torment....
I'm telling you all......
Take heed of my plea......
Answer my call.............
I'm gonna be free...........

Writer : WAKEMAN, RICK
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing