The Unsepulchered Dead

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