Cursed To Suffer

Inspired by pale skin, torment and deathSlowly cold blade sinks deep into chestBloodstreaked vomit gushes from mouthBody still wriggles as cold hands rip the heart outFirst victim of the deadShattered is his headDead must be fedBlood spills from his throatAs his corpse still tries to screamFor ending to this miseryThey are awakenDead eyes have openedBloodlusted legionHeralds of darknessRise from gravesMadness releasedYour last breathWhen dead feastInsane they are in their decayed brainsCursed to suffer from unholy painWalking the earth beneath a blackened skyFor your flesh and blood are still aliveYou must die, they want your blood