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Morbid thoughts twist my mind

Longing to be with the dead

Standing by the cemetery gate

The grave will be my bed

Envy the dead, Envy the dead

Unholy voices in my head

Screaming beyond the grave

Bastard priest takes my soul

Says "soon you will go to hell"

Envy the dead, Envy the dead

Haunted by the voices

Chanting in my head

Awakening from the slumber

Cursed to walk the earth

Coffins start to risen

From beneath the ground

Graveyard desecration

Soon i will be dead

Morbid thoughts twist my mind

Longing to be with the dead

Standing by the gate of death

The grave will be my bed

In the tomb of sacred blasphemy

Life has finally ceased

Putrid body of decay

Resurrected to the worlds demise

Envy the dead, Envy the dead