Funeral of Gore

The ground is cold and lonely I'm torn and dead Just buried My death is slow and sickening I won't soon rest so quickly The priest screams out a vision Of love and hope in heaven The lord above is waiting I'm torn and dead degrading Help my burning soul Help my worried skull Rip off all my bones In the ground all alone Rip my tearing skin Bring back life again My doom to die is growing Cold wind of death is blowing Coffin of wood is rotting In hell darklord is plotting To take my soul in horror Demons will feast in terror Death turns to me and glances Death takes me now no chances Help my burning soul Help my worried skull Rip off all my bones In the ground all alone Rip my tearing skin Bring back life again The... funeral... of gore