Can I prevail over death?

Can I bring back the already departed?

Can I wrestle one out of the Grim Reaper's grip?

What is life after all, but a scene in a play

In a theater of anatomic cliches

With a master puppetteer pulling on the strings



I cast my spell to gods and demons

Challenge the infinity

A fugitive amidst the mortals

Pariah in the realm of souls

I mourn the passing of my dear beloved



The creatures spawned by nightmares

Of decomposing flesh and carcasses exposed

They dwell within, consuming my mentality



The reek of countless murders

Penetrates my thoughts

Digging deep into my brain

With its iron claws



And I know the only deed that can bring salvation

Is to reverse the destiny and rearrange the past

Tonight I will reanimate my dear beloved, untimely lost



Exhume the body from the grave

And turn her tomb into a cradle of new life

With my lust and semen I'll inject my living fire

To see her move again, respond to my desire



But in her eyes I see no spark of recognition:



No living soul resides within this empty shell

No blood stream flows to warm the frigid flesh

The words that slip her lifeless lips - as chilling as her breath

No mortal can cheat death!



It's not my love, I realize, I've resurrected:

I've just reanimated the undead!