To hell
We part on sacred soil
A cemetery
We do uncoil

Creeping out
Of wretched tombs
rising up
To create ones gloom

Shatter panes
Crunch beneath are kind
As we march
Waiting to embrace the find

Our game
We play with hitched delight
Crawling to you
And triggering your flight

My name is
A gruel of zombie kind
Raging through
To make death and divine