Funeral Thirst

the brightest full moon light entrances me
 it calls me forth
 yet i have not the strength to move
 in stasis, i rot away and dream
 dream of forgotten years
 dream of the touch of another's hand
 i am to be a meal of star-ved worms
 my nerves are twisting for the light of my salvation
 i rest beneath where i remain as cold as clay
 eternal pain is swelling in my joints
 somewhere within me a flame is slowly born
 inside this shell of bloated flesh grows life anew
 infernal, the moon distorts my mind
 my veins jolt back to life, pushing the fluids of the damned
 i seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray
 my body writhes without consent of conscience
 i lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue
 i shall walk the earth once more
 from beyond the strings are pulled
 i know not what has made me this way
 the animation of my rigid corpse
 i shall abandon my coffin of premature fate
 all the words of the preacher
 all the tears of my family in vain
 i shall again walk amongst them
 my penance with blood be repaid!
 repaid!
 (solo)
 dead hand grasps for the still night air
 i am now free to maim!
 there cannot be a god for he would not forgive this
 despicable inhuman monster; rotten, twisted and deformed
 i am now a tool of my unholy instinct
 entrails strewn at my bidding
 a mockery of all i was
 i seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray
 my body writhes without consent of conscience
 i lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue
 i shall walk the earth once more
 from beyond the strings are pulled
 i know not what has made this way
 the animation of my rigid corpse
 i shall abandon my coffin of premature fate
 all the words of the preacher
 all the tears of my family in vain
 i shall again walk amongst them
 my penance with blood be repaid!
 repaid!