Nighttime is the time for Us Flesh corspes to be Collected Tearing through the Mausolem Digging in the flesh dug Soil Under a headstone with no Name Treasures might reveal Themselves Parts sorely needed this Night To a**emble the horrible Bride Stitches through skin that slightly Rots Bones are needed lots and Lots To from the grotesque and Beatuful And make it walk Again Behind the veil is only Dust In the form of a dried out Corpse A mummy to be Wed In the Wedding of the Dead A severed arm and a ripped off Head Stitched together Crudely A ceremony for the Deceased A Wedding for the Dead