In
this spot is where I’ll wake
But first, a spade the ground will break
The
shovel grabs another clump
Till
down I go with a thump
Layer
by layer, they build my tomb
But
for me, it is a womb
They
mourn for me, lost so young
A
funeral hymn will be sung
Quietly,
I lay inside
Now,
to time I will abide
To
the dirt I will succumb
A
funeral beat they will drum
In
this grave I sit and wait
But
for them, it’s far too late
Not
seeing that my corpse was riddled
A
funeral tune will be fiddled
The
day is shone upon my cross
The
people weep for their loss
Now
the funeral song is done
But
my song has just begun
The
sun has fallen from the sky
And
so begins my lullaby
Awakening
with such a thirst
My
body lives, my soul is cursed
I’ve
broken through the wood and dirt
Hands
show of pain but do not hurt
Can’t
take in air, yet still I thrive
Never
have I felt more alive
The
smell of blood rings in the air
The
sweet sound I follow, but to where?
Ah,
it’s such a beauteous sight
A
nourishing bosom, my first bite
A
harmony the tune becomes
Her
shrieks delightful to my drums
As
our sounds combine to one
I
know that I’ll not miss the sun
The
lifeless husk falls to the ground
Curdling
screams had drowned the sound
A
chorus had begun to rise
Bent
upon my gruesome demise
Circling
from every angle
My
exit they began to strangle
Three
had fallen to my might
Encore!
I cried as they grab me tight
Alas,
my ballad ends bitter sweet
A stake, a chop, and a crossed street
Ensuring
I was truly slain
To
ever end my unholy reign
But
that night I would never trade
For
longer life or treasures paid
As
a god among men I had been
Would
that I could do it over again