As the church bell strikes at midnight the graveyard fills with gloom
A man is hammering furiously into the mausoleum tomb
The wooden casket breaks open and a putrid stench emerges
Striking senseless the weak of men as sane thoughts starts to diverge

No better use for their rotten flesh as reality starts to warp
Ensuring no rest in the afterlife, ripping limbs from the corpse

Memories of murder reappear
Obeying the will of abaddon

Decomposing flesh so easy to tear
Their bodies dismembered with ease
Body parts cast on the floor
Rotten and ridden with disease

The cold moonlight striking the face of a man fuelled by his hate
Driven insane by a dark force controlling his ultimate fate
Desecrating the craves of the men he had killed, no rest for the ones that are gone
Eternal torture in the afterlife, in their flesh evil will spawn

No control over his actions
A puppet to the master

A circle of limbs placed on the floor, with blood he paints the sign
The ritual of the dark one sends a shiver down his spine
The demon now released by him
His purpose has been served

Duicide making the last sacrifice
Ending a lifetime of possession