• Wrapped in bandages,
    Under the ground,
    The rotting corpse,
    Made a sound.

    With a kick from the leg,
    And a twist of the head,
    The haunted figure,
    Came back from the dead.

    It's cry was heard from all around,
    The mourn of unhappy sadness,
    To die without fulfillling a life,
    Brings mortal grief and madness.

    The stinking body stopped his cry,
    And climbed out of his grave,
    He stumbled towards the growing light,
    Towards the mouth of the cave.

    He had one ambition, his task, his life,
    To kill, to murder, to slaughter,
    And so he started along the road,
    To kill his uncle's daughter!!!!!!