Sneak up to the cemetery gates
They swing open without a sound
Hurry over to the funeral mound
Rain makes the hair cling to the face
Darkest night but as lightning cracks
Empty the bag of shovels and axe
The earth is soft underneath the leaves
Remove the dirt, we dig with ease
Dead, dead, dead, dead to worse
There are things worse than death, far more worse than death
Dead, dead, dead, dead to worse
There are things worse than death, far more worse than death
So it's done, time to lift the lid
It creaks open, and there it lays
The corpse is prepped and we sing its praise
Slowly stepping out of the grave
Fill the night with nocturnal scrams, it screams
On our command, the body climbs from the grave
Once dormant and dead, forever our slave
Dead, dead, dead, dead to worse
There are things worse than death, far more worse than death
Dead, dead, dead, dead to worse
There are things worse than death, far more worse than death
From the grave now death escaped
Life retake once more
Walk the earth, an antibirth
See death reversed undone
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There are things worse than death, far more worse than death
There are things worse than death, far more worse than death
Worse, dead to worse
Worse, dead to worse
Worse, dead to worse
Worse, dead to worse
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