What dreams may come, asleep so sound?
But dreams won't come beneath the ground

Stiff and derelict, this vessel is void of life
Suffer no longer an endless slumber...Come forth now into the light
Clawing at the casket's lid, splinters shard my fingertips,
Black caving in my

Coward, sleep in peace, while your home of the brave goes to war
For no one, for something far much greater, they will fall;
The pawns with no face... Just like cannon fodder
But not for no one, for something far much greater. For the cowards just like you and I
Exhault the commo