Lazarus awoke

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 eyes Gasp for air, but your lungs are filled with dirt

And I will never dream, if I ever sleep again - I won't dream
Waking in this nightmare I have lost myself I found...
Will you purge my sins?
Inside this nightmare where I live...
Can you clean my slate?
Oppose this nightmare for I die
This blessed abomination shall arise

Then Lazarus Awoke...

Stiff and filled with spite, the darkness makes him blind with rage
Punish the ones who put you under...Then escape from the darkest grave

Splinter shards my fingertips...

Dare wake the sleeping beast from this nightmare of an endless slumber
Dare wake the sleeping beast from it's nightmare and be torn asunder

Purge my sins, clean my slate, this blessed abomination shall arise
In spite of his transgressions of another life

What dreams may come? But dreams won't come...