Buried By the Dead

pulse expire, death comes in a burst

black forecast of a lifelong thirst

lord of the tomb by my side

cadaverous, dead and insane in the eye

speak a madman's prophecy

he will drain my soul when it is free

phantoms of the grave kill to survive

sucking death-energy from the ones who will die

into death cast

a spiral of the past

eclipse grips for my soul

torn from death's bed

and buried by the dead

their hands are white and cold

crawling through the soil and snow

pitch-black grave cracks up below

screams measure a timeless echo

hideous figures laugh and beckon

coming through me

souls imprisoned in gore

malignant anguish never seen before

victims drag their limbs across the halls of the dead

funeral bell rings to celebrate the dread

deteriorating

all my flesh and my bones

are ready to explode in a gush of red foam

virulent infectious death-disease is spread

rush of thoughts vanish as i die undead