Tombstones do rattle
old hags do cackle
as the dead come to life
death a freedom from their strife

In testament they start to sing
the harmonious longing of the dead
bitter tears from summers mist
as I die smiling at you

Oh yes I am one of those
the lost and treasured
dead in the eyes of mankind
but to my kind immortal

See my hands warm
yet my heart is jet
know I live here in punishment
for truly I have blood on my hands

This perfect communion
the world can judge me
but **** them monkeys
for I was never one of them

So they sing to me
yes they sweetly sing
humans like you
oh do they sing sweet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris