At last, I praise the Gods, rest to me has been granted
No longer must I suffer grief, no longer am I hunted
I am absolved from daunting life
from sadness, pain, despair, and strife
I lie here still
devoid of will
wrapped in silken linen

My head rests on a velvet cushion
My body in an oaken coffin
My mind is free
My soul's at peace
Here, underground, I found release
from wild emotions:
love, hate, envy, lust, and fear
Have no more duties, no devotions
Must never laugh nor shed a tear

Untied from present and from future
Nothing binds me to the past
I may enjoy these quiet moments
Tranquility I've found at last

But lo! What are those morbid thoughts,
these horrid visions, ghastly sights?
What is this sudden ghoulish craving,
demonic lust that at me bites?
I can't escape that eerie voice
I am compelled, I have no choice
I strike the oaken lid - it breaks
Off fly the silver nails and stakes
and I am once more free to roam
There, not far off, my slayer's home

I dash ahead into the night
aflame with power, rabid might
I see the mansion flying near
I feel the deathly scent of fear
from those inside
they cannot hide
I break the door
just like before
my accursed confinement

I see them all
inside the hall
Two leaps
I'm there
I sink my teeth in tender flesh
Cries of despair
sing in my ears
The walls are stained with bloody smears
Blood fills my throat
I start to gloat
My sweet revenge accomplished

I lie in peace beneath the ground
I see no light
I hear no sound
All is at rest

My mind is no more troubled by any fleeting thought
My tapestry of fate is wrought completely now,
all knots untied
All the lonely nights I cried
forgotten

I sink into my eternal bed
and lick from my lips the last drops of red.