Coffinfeeder

Exhume the rotted casket

Robbing graves but not for wealth

Cloaked in moldy rags, hunting dead

Decrepit things from hell

Invade the sacred tombs, search for food

Embalmed five days before

Ancient body stealers raid again

A fresh corpse beyond the door

From the ground they rise

Plundering the grave

When the faithful die

It's them not God they meet

Consume the rotted body and [?] more

Craving maws ooze blood

Gray skinned coffinfeeders seeking carrion

Eat the old ones last

Fiendish ghouls are chewing scraps of meat

Found inside the tomb

Roy veiled messengers from beyond

Bring the parish doom

From the ground they rise

Plundering the grave

When the faithful die

It's them, not God they meet

Unholy creatures swarming the coffin

Fighting for mouthfuls of flesh

Invading the tombs of the recently buried, to feast

Starvation of aeons sated tonight

Foraging ghouls consume

Ancient hunger awakened again

Strengthened by blood, the undead attack

Septic beats from the grave

If living approach they are devoured too

Fragments of corpses nourish the pack

Fresh entrails they crave

The coffin is torn open

The zombies start to consume

From the ground they rise

Plundering the grave

When the faithful die

It's them, not God they meet