Back from the Funeral
Drunken teen fuckheads at the cemetery Nowhere else to go, seems like a cool place to be Knocking over headstones, spraying stupid graffiti Pissing on the graves of the deceased Digging up the earth on recent burial sites Pulling off the skulls and ripping out their eyes Toying with corpses all in fun in games Desecrating the dead, for this they now will pay Breaking into the crypt Open the door with a smash The curse is now upon them Full scale zombie attack Bursting from their tombs On human flesh they will consume Vengeance for desecrating the deceased Reanimated dead are now unleashed Attacking their ignorant guests And eating the adolescent flesh Carnage in the cursed tomb The grave desecrators are now doomed Screams of horror as the undead bloody massacre begins The pain of broken, rotted teeth ripping through your fucking skin Stomach split open on your blood, shit, and entrails they will feast Only bones remain of the recently deceased All are dead, but there is little left to bury For those doomed at the desecrated cemetery
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Rescue stations quickly decline There is only speculation That the dead are in fact attacking the living 12 hours of mass hysteria and uncertain doom Every dead body that is not exterminated will become one of them It will get and kill, the people it kills will reanimate and kill They kill for one reason, they kill for food They eat their victims, that's what keeps them going You must kill them without emotion, Kill what is not natural, They are not your friend or family The US government declares you may no longer obtain your home and must fight to destroy the unliving Destroy the brain with a blow to the head or sever the brain stem from the body Self survival at the chopper by nine, Fuck the rest let them die Swat team plowing through ni**ers and white trash Shoot the zombie head and watch it explode with an insane laugh Refuel the rescue chopper at a nearby station Zombie's skullcap removed, propeller decapitation Shelter is found at the Monroeville Mall Hide from the world until all is resolved Pure motorized instinct pale and white Every one of them must be destroyed on sight A bite too soon! The un-life inside waits! The life you once knew is now gone The armies that you've battled you now become
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Mans worst fears arrive In a polluted sky Radiation sweeps the land Black pass of death's hand Brain decays from gamma rays Motor skills are all that remain Killing all the lived the same way Horribly slow in torturous pain Moaning in agony, too sick to scream or cry Pestilence destroys what you once knew and you don't know the reason why Women and children beg but we all fucking die the same No chance, no cure, no hope Poisoned from nuclear rain Vomiting blood and guts You stumble and you fall Rebirth from a life once lived Radioactive resurrection now begins Skin bursts with puss and sores Blood boils with toxic chemicals Rotten flesh festers then melts away Teeth and hair fall out Body now depleted as you're shitting blood
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Looking through the obituaries While I drool and masturbate I must time my viewings perfectly To molest my lifeless dates Through the mortuary's back door Disguised in my neatly, pressed suit Make my way to my stiffened lover Every orifice I will abuse As their loved ones are dying My necrophiliac life is thriving Rape in a casket Rape in a casket
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Lying on the slab while surgeons cut and probe I feel the catheter in my cock as the oxygen tubes go up my nose An IV in my arm and electric shock to my chest They fight to save my life as I pray for my death They cut and stitch what is left of my body Probe and dissect the mutilated remains of me Organs given to donors needing spare body parts My body sent to the morgue on a stainless steel cart Brains, Brains, Brains, I must eat your fucking brains Funeral is arranged, my body is in the ground Final sleep upon me, no loved ones to be found Weeks pass by in purgatory pain I crave the brains of the living to make this pain go away I awaken in the black of night Dripping puss and Formaldehyde My bones are brittle, my flesh decayed Needing something to make this pain go away I must eat brains Feasting on the sweetbreads From your gaping, open skull Rancid salvation as I continuously gnaw My hunger now satisfied, your flesh I no longer crave Your skull an empty shell I return to my grave Brains, Brains, Brains, I must eat your fucking brains
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
From the burial plots arise the masses Rancid stench of death blanketing the earth Caresses evoked from the darkness Insects spewing from their mouths The eyes of the dead are wide open Stoned with a vacant stare Stalking and hunting the living Smelling the ripe flesh Senseless to what they are doing Pounds of carnage consumed by the deceased Never satisfying their hunger Until stripping off all of the raw meat Finger nails long, hands shriveled up Cracked, ice-cold skin Heads cocked to the side, salivating from their mouths Faces pulverized and sunken in Reanimated corpses tearing flesh apart Chewing on the innards, devouring the mortals Roaming in packed compelled to kill In the darkness they creep The fate of all is sealed Consumed by the deceased!!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Burned at the stake for practicing witchcraft Boasting his return to life to fulfill his vengeful wrath A comet hits the earth, a creature is spawn From the back of the neck, the brains will be drawn He knows who you are He sees the past through your flesh The torment of your ancestors shall be avenged When the brainiac appears and sucks the contents from your head Paralyzed in the trance of the barons hypnotic stare Transforms from man to creature Devours your wife's brains While you're impaired you pay the ultimate price For your forefathers mistakes the disgusting two-pronged tongue will send you to your grave Snacking on the stash of brains from the secret locked up chest He avenges the final ancestor Then welcomes a fiery death
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Lying in this casket I can't awaken from this morbid dream I sense the awareness of those that surround me Their pain and disbelief Lowered into the ground, six feet down Casket is submerged life returns Rotting yet living I awaken in darkness I feel only rage and pain Realizing I'm dead, I claw at the coffin and begin my escape from the grave Spasmodic movements spewing embalming fluids Digging up through the earth through death I have rebirth Animated without breath No pulse within my chest Stumbling through the cemetery Final visit to my home to find my family alone I will make them one with me Force my way inside Mutilate and cannibalize Mutilating what was once my former life My pain is now released With a shotgun in my mouth I now eternally sleep
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
I know the cemetery I see the bodies rotten I maintain the land Where so many are forgotten I see the mourner's faces when their loved ones laid to rest I see the mangled corpses and feel the coldness of their flesh My life must be death I live at the graveyard My wife long since dead and by my children I'm ignored Year after year, living in this misery I've finally found a way to make this a life for me When the day turns to night I roam through the graves Endlessly fantasizing of their putrid decay A final desecration for a life not worth living Sexual gratification is what I will be getting Searching for a fresh grave where a body is easily exhumed Pillaging the casket for anything of value I then remove the garments from the maiden laid to rest Suckling the nipples on her stitched, caved-in chest Vomiting as I lust in a sick, perverted rage I see the maggots scurrying as I'm licking her rotting face Her frail bones crack as teeth fall While ramming my cock into her skull My sexual urge grows with every sickening moment I indulge Necrophilia lust replenishes my once lonesome soul Making sure to violate every open wound and hole This is my new life my real reason to stay alive To be engulfed in pleasure between their rotting thighs I am the old freak at the cemetery on which so many are amused But they cannot point their finger and laugh when it's their body I exhume
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026