Forgotten Grave

Buried in a forgotten grave The cold of the earth permiates The stillness of the night There is no life here My excavation begins Fascination with the dead My morbid curiosity Needs satisfaction To be as they are To know what they must know I fill my lungs with the stench of death And I become more than I was To be as they are To know what they must know Shovel in hand I begin The exhumation I so desire I've reached the casket My blood quickens in my veins I break through the lid To see the corpse She was beautiful in life Much more so in death Axe in hand I begin my atrocity To be as they are To know what they must know I fill my lungs with the stench of death And I become more than I was To be as they are To know what they must know Axe in hand I begin The desecration I so desire