Widow's Mite (Chapter Eleven)

Midnight at the Cemetary
 The Ghouls of Gore are back
 Obnoxious and Corpsegrinder
 Look for some preys tonight
 They tear apart the gravestone
 Unearthing without care
 Reopening your coffin
 They think you are really dead
 Desecrate... Steal the corpses from their graves
 Digging up the interred
 We are the raptors of the dead
 Taken from the cemetary
 To their hideous Morgue
 Sinister body snatchers
 Merchants of rot
 Exhumed to be dissected
 A few hours after death
 Prematurely buried body
 In cataleptic state
 Desecrate... Steal the corpses from their graves
 Digging up the interred
 We are the raptors of the dead
 Moonlight shines in your livid skin
 Resting in apparent morbidity
 There's life behind that unanimated eyes
 Sometimes Cadaverous condition lies
 A Cataleptic rapture, forensic mistake
 Buried without death certicate