For years I have laid Surrounded by silence Undisturbed for years In a death so peaceful So what is this noise? Has my crypt been disturbed? So what is this noise? Has its seal been opened? Even though I lie Entombed behind This large stone grave I feel a presence I feel a warmth The kind death knows not I feel a warmth The kind that betrays the living "Oh mortal being You have disturbed my sleep And I ask why? I don't encroach on the living So why must you awaken the dead? The fetid air Is my resting place And I wish to be left alone In this darkness I wish to be Surrounded by the cold of stone".