Eyes racked in pain
your limp and lifeless body
prepared for decay.
Butchered and churned
your body commenced to the Earth.
Amassing minions
until the time I rise
and terror shall reign
rotten and warm from beneath the Earth.
Rolling in your graves for eternity
priceless are the souls
you send to me.
Rotting in a cold unforgiving grave.
I am your master you are my slave
for eternity
never will your tortured souls be free.
Screaming from the pain you call my name
and I reply its your turn to rot.
Crawling and burning
your body consumed in fire.
The mindless dancing of the dead.
Sinking into the murky sea
darkness fills your eyes
as you cease to be.
Rotting in a cold unforgiving grave.
I am your master you are my slave
for eternity
compelled into proper servantry
the mindless dancing in my head
I am the master
Lord of the Dead.
Like a puppet on a string
you dance before me.
Master of deaths deformities.
A pound of flesh
for an ounce of gold.
Screaming out my name
you release the pain.
