Rise up from the depths of the dead
Languish in the morning light
Scatter among ruins and decay
Take flight in the boxed grave
Cursed by life and given to the dead
Shackled from the dark night, cold to the earth
Rise upon the starlight, shrieking voices heard
Into the day cloaked in faded shade
Shun the stained breath, gaze to the sage
Mystified forms, chattering blackness
Fallen from time with fractured, crooked necks
Languid lies, a penchant for wretched life
Unclean decline, unseen in night or light
Arise from the darkened gloom and cherish as
Dead life slumbers awake unto nothingness
Go forth and become holy and infected
Come lie into the depths of the dead
“May death die”