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