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""