Shroud Of Gloom

Lying rigid on a table trying to move, I am not able
On my face a blood stained cloth I am dead but I am so 
pissed off

I will possess my shroud take life for which I vowed
Choke men into their tombs I am the shroud of gloom
I will not stop 'till I am satisfied
Sending victims to the death zone squeeze their throat 
breaking the neckbone
Pulling entrails out of their mouths take revenge ripping 
their guts out

In the dark alleys morbid actions rotting corpses give me 
satisfaction
Senseless murder I have mastered cruel vengeance killing 
those bastards