The Pale Moon Shines Upon The Third Eye

The Pale Moon Shines Upon The Third Eye

Awakened from death as the pale moon shines
Upon the third eye, beneath the dead body
Whence the stench emanates, and acids have eaten
All the inner workings of a living being

What fucking devilry has made the corpse walk
The ashen lands of where living beings dwell
Under the searing moon, and the scorching sun
Accelerating the decay of the living corpse

Ripped from release, awakened from death
What should be buried is autodisinterred
The pale moon shines mockingly overhead
Only the pain is real, the third eye is sore

His cognition is only a shade, but the pain
Is real and lasts as long as the body moves
Out of it's own volition, left uncremated
In moonlight the feces of the earth move still