The Black Dahlia Murder

The brightest full moon light entrances me
It calls me forth
Yet I have not the strength to move
In stasis I rot away and dream
I dream of forgotten years
Dream the touch of another's hand
I am to be a meal of the starved worms
My nerves are twisting for the light of my salvation
I rest beneath where i remain as cold as clay
This eternal pain is swelling in my joints
Somewhere with me a flame is slowly born
Inside this shell of bloated flesh grows life anew infernal the moon distorts my mind
My veins jolt back to life, pushing the fluids of the damned
I seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray
My body writhes without consent of conscious
I lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue
I shall walk the earth once more