Funeral Thirst

The brightest full moon light entrances me It calls me forth Yet I have not the strength to move In stasis, I rot away and dream Dream of forgotten years Dream of the touch of another's hand I am to be a meal of star-ved worms My nerves are twisting for the light of my salvation I rest beneath where I remain as cold as clay Eternal pain is swelling in my joints Somewhere within me a flame is slowly born Inside this shell of bloated flesh grows life anew Infernal, the moon distorts my mind My veins jolt back to life, pushing the fluids of the damned I seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray My body writhes without consent of conscience I lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue I shall walk the earth once more From beyond the strings are pulled I know not what has made me this way The animation of my rigid corpse I shall abandon my coffin of premature fate All the words of the preacher All the tears of my family in vain I shall again walk amongst them My penance with blood be repaid! Repaid! Dead hand grasps for the still night air I am now free to maim! There cannot be a god for he would not forgive this Despicable inhuman monster; rotten, twisted and deformed I am now a tool of my unholy instinct Entrails strewn at my bidding A mockery of all I was I seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray My body writhes without consent of conscience I lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue I shall walk the earth once more From beyond the strings are pulled I know not what has made this way The animation of my rigid corpse I shall abandon my coffin of premature fate All the words of the preacher All the tears of my family in vain I shall again walk amongst them My penance with blood be repaid! Repaid!