Sneak up to the cemetery gates

They swing open without a sound

Hurry over to the funeral mound

Rain makes thehair cling to the face

Darkest night but as lightning cracks

Empty the bag of shovels and axes

The earth is soft underneath the leaves

Remove the dirt, we dig with ease

Dead - dead - dead - dead - dead to worse

There are things worse than death,

far more worse than death

So it's done, time to lift the lid

It creaks open, and there it lays

The corpse is prepped and we sing the praise

Slowly stepping out of the grave

Fill the night with nocturnal scrams, it screams

On our command, the body climbs from the grave

Once dormant and dead, now forever our slave

From the grave - now death escaped - life retake once

more

Walk the earth - an antibirth - see death reversed

undone

There are things worse than death,

far more worse than death

Worse - dead to worse