Wailing cadavers
Crying tears of blood
They beg to be raised
In ritual profanation

Unsatisfied with all the dead
Require one more severed head
Life and death divided in this ritual demented

Rotten
Bodies in the depths
Not dead
This disease-ridden breadth
Is their home, they sleep forever un-deceased
Slow decay, disrepair and dismay of being
Skinless
A novice attempt
Half-raised
And full of contempt
Failed creation
Writhing limbs flail

Wailing cadavers
Crying tears of blood
They beg to be raised
In ritual profanation
Dead cremation
Forms reduced to ash
Return to the grave


Failed creation
Writhing limbs flail

Dying
Screaming
Hear the wailing cadavers in my head