Unholy Presence- By: the damned

Rise dead!
Rise from the grave
Infect the earth with pain
Suffer no longer in hell
Demons reign
Al little too much?
A little too evil, say?
The scourge of Dis will devour our souls
Oh, beware
They will get me too
Oh, hide in fear
Our existence will disappear
Can you feel horns pressing their way
Out of your defiled forehead
Succumb to the flames
Eventually they will ease the pain
Rise dead!
Rise from the grave
It is no longer your end
You dead have suffered demise in vain
Your three pronged staffs are waiting