‘Tis all the work of flesh and bone
All that you see around
It has transformed the timeless stone
To make its fragile mound

You hide in your forsaken shells
The real world not to face
The one thing that decays is cells
To leave an empty space

It’s happiness that you all seek
And some might think they have it
But it’s just ecstacy you feel
And that lasts just a moment

The fury from within is strong
But instincts are too meek
You will consume each other long
After you see you’re weak

The young were born to see the world
But are now old and wretched
The old are dead, the dead are mold
May your dry mold be blessed!

The time your flesh is eating
Away your time will fly
The dead will kill the living
The living will just die

Your lives are useless bloodshed
You bleed as days go by
The only that can’t waste are dead
As they will never die

The rotten dry hands of the dead
Reach out from all around you
They vanquish all the dreams you had
They grab you by your leg, your hand
Your will and mind they quickly bend
You realize that you are damned
You laugh it out until the end
And then you join them