From Dead to Worse

Sneak up to the cemetery gates
They swing open without a sound
Hurry over to the funeral mound
Rain makes the hair cling to the face
Darkest night but as lightning cracks
Empty the bag of shovels and axe

The earth is soft underneath the leaves
Remove the dirt, we dig with ease

Dead, dead, dead, dead to worse
There are things worse than death, far more worse than death
Dead, dead, dead, dead to worse
There are things worse than death, far more worse than death

So it's done, time to lift the lid
It creaks open, and there it lays
The corpse is prepped and we sing its praise
Slowly stepping out of the grave
Fill the night with nocturnal scrams, it screams

On our command, the body climbs from the grave
Once dormant and dead, forever our slave

Dead, dead, dead, dead to worse
There are things worse than death, far more worse than death
Dead, dead, dead, dead to worse
There are things worse than death, far more worse than death

From the grave now death escaped
Life retake once more
Walk the earth, an antibirth
See death reversed undone

There are things worse than death, far more worse than death
There are things worse than death, far more worse than death
Worse, dead to worse
Worse, dead to worse
Worse, dead to worse
Worse, dead to worse