The Premature Burial

Portraying duty in the eye of those observing Secrets concealed, hidden in the dark The depth of punishment recieved, they believed she died And she was delivered from her grave by her secret The weight of the earth Pressing in all around you Panic grips your mind Interred while still alive Serving god and country, thrown to the ground A broken skull, thought to be perished But there was still a life, alive underground some time Exhumed at last from the sound of the scratching