Cold... beneath the stone... I am not gone...
Woke in a hollow where the roots hold tight
Soil in my mouth, no memory of light
Skin turned to parchment on a frame of rust
Kissing the silence, chewing bitter dust
Carved out my name with a broken nail
Screamed at the dark, but the dark won't fail
Under the weight I learn to breathe again
In the decay, a pulse starts breaking in
No holy water, just the rot and the rain
I'm clawing upward through the vein of pain
I'm the buried sun
Crawling from the cold dirt one by one
Tear the soil, feel the fever run
Burn it down, I'm the buried sun
I burn, I burn, I'm the buried sun
Rise! Rise!
From the grave I rise!
(Nothing stays dead, nothing survives)
Buried sun... I'm the buried sun...
Bones knit crooked, but they hold the flame
Every scar a scripture, I rewrite the pain
They sang their prayers, threw the roses red
Now I'm the thorn inside the words they said
I pull the moon down with my aching hands
Build my own light on these unholy lands
Under the weight I learn to breathe again
In the decay, a pulse starts breaking in
No holy water, just the rot and the rain
I'm clawing upward through the vein of pain
I'm the buried sun
Crawling from the cold dirt one by one
Tear the soil, feel the fever run
Burn it down, I'm the buried sun
I burn, I burn, I'm the buried sun
Am I the ghost or am I the rebirth...
I am the wound that never heals in the earth...
I AM THE END! I AM THE BEGINNING!
From the dirt... I'm still burning.
I'm the buried sun
Crawling from the cold dirt one by one
Tear the soil, feel the fever run
Burn it down, I'm the buried sun
I burn, I burn, I'm the buried sun
Buried sun...
Nothing stays dead...
I burn... I burn...