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Bodies in the ground they lie still
Soil from the burial mound fills
Tomb six feet below the crust
Dirt to contain this foul lust
Mold within the coffin now grows
Horrid stench of hell it must know
Release death demon it seeks
Chill as the casket lid creaks
Murder and lust - Tasting the flesh
Hatred abound - Foul cadaver
Hunting at night - Consumed by desire
Craving blood - Wanton fervor
Crawl across the moistened graveyard
Scars upon the flesh is now marred
Nails rusted and jagged now seek
Thirst pale cadaver must drink
Hunting at night - Consumed by desire
Craving blood - Wanton fervor
In the dark of the eve the crypts begin to open
Arise from the cold ground and they walk into the night
As the Casket Lid Creaks
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