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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