Bloodbath

pulse expire, death comes in a burst
black forecast of a lifelong thirst
lord of the tomb by my side
cadaverous, dead and insane in the eye
speak a madman's prophecy
he will drain my soul when it is free
phantoms of the grave kill to survive
sucking death-energy from the ones who will die
into death cast
a spiral of the past
eclipse grips for my soul
torn from death's bed
and buried by the dead
their hands are white and cold