I here is a strange quiet in the cemetary A foggy curtain cover the place Slight wind bot creeping Insinuating on the earth And entering into the crypts I dont know if this wind to feel also alive But now the burial of spendind day Has ended here there is no more Nobody only dead representation Of necromantical ritual corpse Without life exhumed knowing Difficulties process Too many people believe in it as supersticious There are the certains presupposed Of this resurrection under the wisdom Andirection of necromancer Blind resurrected Will wake up and walking I retain as possible, entering in the chain Of the existance between life and death Zombie Its a mysterious eternal relation existing Between corpse and soul Mystery lies again between Crosses immobles and graveyard tomb Unknown doom again Show the face symbolic of a legend A legend understood by someone
entering, presupposed, immobles, spendind, andirection