Halo of Flies

I'm gonna' tell you a story, a tale of how it was
 In the fogs of the afterlife where dense wretched
 Souls pounded upon my head
 I gained the warm blood needed to walk among life
 This massive evil had a gravity
 It was like a cold undertow that chilled my flesh
 Dead souls beneath old forgotten graves stare out
 They are disturbed envious of the new life I bestow
 I am far from their fingers without flesh and bone
 I escaped from that accursed box from beneath the ground
 I have returned from the dead
 And there is nothing I cannot do
 I bare a halo of flies around my head
 You tremble and run scared you fools
 Engrasped in my hands are the flowers of death
 Take them and let flowers' evil seed infest
 A song of death is the song I shall sing
 A halo of flies is my deadly blessing
 I have returned from the dead
 And there is nothing I cannot do
 I bare a halo of flies around my head
 You tremble and run scared you fools