Can I prevail over d**h?
Can I bring back the already departed?
Can I wrestle one out of the Grim Reaper's grip?
What is life after all, but a scene in a play
In a theater of anatomic cliches
With a master puppetteer pulling on the strings
I cast my spell to gods and demons
Challenge the infinity
A fugitive amidst the mortals
Pariah in the realm of souls
I mourn the pa**ing of my dear beloved
The creatures spawned by nightmares
Of decomposing flesh and carca**es exposed
They dwell within, consuming my mentality
The reek of countless murders
Penetrates my thoughts
Digging deep into my brain
With its iron claws
And I know the only deed that can bring salvation
Is to reverse the destiny and rearrange the past
Tonight I will reanimate my dear beloved, untimely lost
Exhume the body from the grave
And turn her tomb into a cradle of new life
With my lust and semen I'll inject my living fire
To see her move again, respond to my desire
But in her eyes I see no spark of recognition:
No living soul resides within this empty shell
No blood stream flows to warm the frigid flesh
The words that slip her lifeless lips - as chilling as her breath
No mortal can cheat d**h!
It's not my love, I realize, I've resurrected:
I've just reanimated the undead!