Intro: A Purulent Prelude to Putrescent Pyosisification

"The light has been extinguished And as nightfall descends upon creation, i feel my hunger grow A burning desire that must be satisfied I yearn for the putrid stench of decay The cold touch of the dead I walk this hallowed ground, in search of what i need The Earth may have swallowed this stinking corpse, but it's about to be EXHUMED!"