Trapped in the darkness I am swallowed,
Taken to this place so dreadfully hollow.
Now I wait by the gate and never look back,
I stand in the gloom, all dressed in black.

When the hearse departed the palls,
I hid between it and the jagged walls,
Making my escape from human eyes,
Stood around my grave not one cries.

Their hate for me permeates each pore,
They threw me aside, a man no more.
So my bloody vengeance I will take,
Just past nightfall, after my wake.

I lurk outside, within the outhouse,
Pondering on my disowned spouse.
The darkness pales, a moon is seen,
Bathed in ashen light I plan the scene.

A shiver shoots from within my spine,
I curse and crawl, and let out a whine.
A painful itch beneath my skin, I claw,
Wincing as I tear my flesh with a paw.

Padding across the forecourt, I see,
The horrible stench of the bourgeoisie.
Slinking through the kitchen door,
I hear their laughter more and more.

I see folk cavorting for cheap thrills,
Wine spills into my sensitive nostrils,
And so I decide that now is the time,
To take revenge for their spiteful crime.

Blood fills my vision as I tear them down,
Ignoring every shriek and every sound.
I roar through each and every mortal,
Crushing them before they cross the portal.