Confessions Of A Grave Robber Lyrics

My last moments upon me,
I await deaths release,
The walking dead are at my door.
On the floor is a mangled corpse and only I am to blame.
My acts as a ghoulish fiend has marked my family's name.
Killing myself is the only way to avoid this greusome fate,
End this haunting nightmare gnawing at my brain.
To the brink of sanity, Conversing with the dead,
In search of morbidity I went as my sanity was bled.
Had the living known my deeds of blasphemy,
From the gallows I would surely hang.
Excavations of the sick No morality, Uncovering forbidden Realms,
Pleasures seldom seen.
Chamber of decaying flesh beneath my celler door.
Collecting the trophies of death, A ghastly testament to core.
There was one tome of filth I had yet to lay my hands upon,
Something only whispered of horrific lore.
Buried deep in cursed crypts keep it from the fools,
Scavenging forgotten lands like a bloodthirsty ghoul.
And whence I came to where the plunder was interred,
I tore it up with shreiks of glee, I was seriously disturbed.
I wrestled it from the skeletal grip of the mad prophet Abdul Al Hazred.
Desecration was of no concern, I had broken every fucking rule.
Had I known what was to come I would have let it lie in eternity,
But Alas all warnings I ingnored.
Unholy atrocities performed by full moonlight,
The ghoulish task of robbing graves.
Found myself the perverted tomb quite a ghastly site,
This sickened sort is what I crave.
Bound in human skin, Inked in fresh spilled blood,
Rotten incantation, Spells to raise the dead.
Scriptures of the living dead, Key to obscenity's door,
Pinnacle of disgust, Accursed necronomicon.
I awoke to unnatural screams coming from beneath the floor.
As I descended the stairs my darkest fears came flooding back,
Seized by the throat, I struggled for breath all went black.
A reeking, choking stench like none I had encountered before.
Unconscious I collapsed, Escaping reality,
When I came to nothing did I see but the room stained blood red with human debris