Army of Satan...

As twilight came,
They felt the pain…
Being dead is torment when resurrected,
Punished for the sins they have collected.

Centuries pass and still no change,
When twilight comes, they must range.
Rising up from their grave,
For the Master’s bidding they must behave.

Seeking those asleep in their beds,
They must rend and tear and crush their heads.
Killing, maiming, stealing souls,
Children, parents, young and old.

Death to all living,
They have no misgiving.
Satan’s will be done,
Before the rising sun.

For when the light of morrow comes,
They must accomplish their tasks and be done.
Back to the dirt in a resting hole,
Undead back to death it is told.

There is no relief, repreive, or parole,
Only torment, misery, and darkness in the hole.
Perhaps those lost souls will one day revel,
When Hell is lost…and there is no Devil.