Fralick    Awakening  Buried in the ground  Call coming from ancient times says,  You ll never be found  Like the process of waking the dead    I see your rotting now  You re grotesque, putrid and dead  Tortured heart is nailed through  Whispering minds, decaying flesh chills the spine  Seeing with no eyes  Mind missing, but thoughts run through  Like the process of waking the dead    Breaking the boundaries  Heart beating that has now died  Like the process of waking the dead    Protect inside this heart has now slowly died  Torn apart, your mind is gone  You your dead die    [Lead-Fralick]  [Lead-Masri]    The heart of nails