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