Ripping Corpse

Dreaming With The Dead

Ripping Corpse


Through the iron gates 
Past the holy graves 
Down the marble steps 
Unlock the family crypt 
My sinister ancestry 
Have hypnotic holds on me 
Their spells and incantations 
I learn with trepidation 

Within the lurid tomb 
Their black ideas bloom 
I spend my nights awake 
To hear the dead relate 
Arcane philosophies 
Nocronomic prophecies 
Summoning beasts that dwell 
Deep in the ancient well 
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 
The dead control my living husk 
Compelled to embrace such an evil trust 
Ashes to ashes 
Dust to dust 

Now I am a somber shell 
The dead direct my living hell 
Sometimes they toy with me 
The horrors they make me see 
Hideous blasphemies 
Things that I set free 
Abominations free to strike 
This vile curtain shouds my life