Amongst The Devastated Graves

I open the grave to free body locked inside

To become one with, to feel it's cold insides

Starting exhumation, my spade can't wait no more

Soon I'll feel with my skin all the dead's sores

And again the dead body starts feeding me

I almost feel it asks me to leave it alone

I'm unable to deprive myself of such a pleasure

My hands're trembling vigorously with impatience

The corpse is free and it can live it's life again

But it's another kind of life-existence full of pain

It's nothing but a helpless victim beside me

It sets all my nastiest passions free

Wildly slicing moveless body with my rusty blade

Making way for my cruel hands to penetrate

Leaving very deep scars I feel I can't stop

Until the flesh will turn into the deformed slop

Night silence devours all the sounds from the grave

The pile of rotten meat became my silent slave

My hands moving fast inside the tortured flesh

Searching the pieces of innards I pulling it's outside

Bowels lie around the grave mixed with soil

I gather it in a heap, wash it in a pool of blood

That rains from wounds of disfigured body

And put it onto the sharp spires of a grave fence

Possessed by thirst of destruction

I smash the eyeless head

Gather the crushed brains

Into the ripped out bladder

Ripped rotten flesh eclipse my mind

I'm one with the dead in inhuman ecstasy

Reaching the orgasm I tear the corpse apart

Enraged, throw it back into the desecrated pit