HOW COLD THE GRAVE

The crypt is ready
Last rites are read
But in the coffin
I am not dead

You'll never know the horror
Of being called death
For inside this earthen chamber
I am breathing my last breath

Tears are shed
Mournful strife
Flowers strewn
As you burry life

I hear the resounding clang
Of the consecrated bell
Holy water chills my face
But why can't you tell

I can not move
I am trapped inside
Don't bother to exhume
I have already died

Don't just stand there
Fucking help me
With the lid closed
I can't even see

How cold the grave

VENGENCE IS MINE

Vengeance is mine and recompense
At the time when your foot shall slide
Punishment is mine and reward
For the day of your calamity is at hand
Vengeance is mine sayeth the lord
Downfall is near, sudden their fate
Mine are vengeance
Things that shall come make haste

Son of God comes as King and all the angels descend
People of all the nations gathered before him
He will divide them sheep from the goats
The righteous will ascend and the others at his left