Ripped From The Grave

Death was supposed to be a permanent reprieve
Upon the shadowed sea of nihility
So I welcomed the day that I would cease to breath
But necromantic spells have taken even this from me

This was supposed to be an everlasting sleep
An end of earthly toils, promised to me
The comfort of the end; a fate betrayed
Cursed to undeath, the Necromancer's way

Now he commands his horde of putrid skin and bone
We are amalgamations, upon which body parts are sewn
I gaze with soulless eyes, my body lurching on its own
I paid my debt to the gallows, now this body has been loaned

This is not the flesh that I once knew
A mindless husk; my thoughts subdued
I am tasked to kill, my objections waived
This is not my will, I was ripped from the grave

This is not my will, I was ripped from the grave

This was supposed to be an everlasting sleep
An end of earthly toils, promised to me
The comfort of the end; a fate betrayed
Cursed to undeath, the Necromancer's way

Is this cosmic humor? Is my fate the joke?
Since I yearned for death, did karma sit provoke?
Unwanted immortality, necromantic vitality
Seal me to nothingness and throw away the key
Is this cosmic humor? Is my fate the joke?
Since I yearned for death, did karma sit provoke?
Unwanted immortality, necromantic vitality
Please kill me, and end this second 'life'