Buried in the splendor, blooming around the dead is life
As if the throne is surrounded by fineries and decor
With the carved sculptures and the walls made perfect
The grandeur meant to celebrate a life lived earnestly
Some find happiness and glory, others live without a taste
Sadly, the dead will rest better than in other times
Built to remind us, that upon death our spirit soars
Instead tells a story of life lived in, with grave regret
I might die tomorrow but I'm trying to escape
A prison, awaits, the cold ground
Perhaps a cold pine box for all eternity
As if the throne is surrounded by fineries and decor
With the carved sculptures and the walls made perfect
The grandeur meant to celebrate a life lived earnestly
Some find happiness and glory, others live without a taste
Sadly, the dead will rest better than in other times
Built to remind us, that upon death our spirit soars
Instead tells a story of life lived in, with grave regret
I might die tomorrow but I'm trying to escape
A prison, awaits, the cold ground
Perhaps a cold pine box for all eternity
