Exanimis Dolor - Buried Alive In Order To Die

Nails scratch the coffin lid, splinters pierce my hands. The soil above presses down. Every breath grows heavier, the air is smoldering embers, and the worms are waiting. Buried alive, I hear my own heart toll. Buried alive in order to die, stone and soil devour my soul. The weight of earth is scripture, engraved into my lungs. I am becoming the grave. Buried alive, I hear my own heart toll. Buried alive in order to die, stone and soil devour my soul. The coffin groans like a dying god, nails rust with my blood. A dirge of earth, a hymn of worms. Buried alive, I hear my own heart toll. Buried alive in order to die, stone and soil devour my soul.