The rays of the morbid moon Illuminate the way As burial mounds are opened The dead lifted In dread of their new life Hung across varied trees Prepared with knife and rope Their lifeless bodies wavering Limbs in grotesque endeavour Trying to remember death's magnificence This body I consecrate With godly seed So it may rise once more With heavenly light in its dead eyes With divine voice in its mouth Let his eyes open And bathe us in the light Of the void once again To be ashes Bones And rotting flesh