Casket Lid Creaks

Bodies in the ground they lie still Soil from the burial mound fills Tomb six feet below the crust Dirt to contain this foul lust Mold within the coffin now grows Horrid stench of hell it must know Release death demon it seeks Chill as the casket lid creaks Murder and lust- tasting the flesh Hatred abound- foul cadaver Hunting at night- consumed by desire Craving blood- wanton fervor Crawl across the moistened graveyard Scars upon the flesh is now marred Nails rusted and jagged now seek Thirst pale cadaver must drink Hunting at night- consumed by desire Craving blood- wanted fervor In the dark of the eve the crypts begin to open Arise from the cold ground and They walk into the night As the casket lid creaks