Zombie Tales

In the dead of night my heart doth yearn
Full moon shines tis fear ye learn
Reaching up through earth bound bed
Tis the night for the corpse undead
Consuming flesh I feast this night
A curse I place with every bite
Fear my touch for it be a curse I leave
Loosing your mind I hear you grieve
Morbid love I find in hate
I am a God; and death my mate
In my arms you find your tomb
Reborn undead from a bloody womb.
Go out this darkened night and reap thee well
Leave not a living mortal to tell this tale.
Holy is the full moon light
For we undead must flee the light
Rising sun doth pain mine eye
Back to the grave, to rest... I die!