Testo 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!