It began when the priest died,
When they buried him they spit in his grave.
The high father had committed suicide,
And hung himself on the bell rope.
A dead priest has a really hard time,
No place in heaven, all that's left is to return,
To walk among people as dead flesh,
This is his fate, no chance to negotiate.
In the cold night wind he swings back and forth,
His neck broke on the bell rope.
After a few days he returned,
Finally he ran, little by little.
His first victims, as far as is known,
Two teenagers who he found smooching in the car.
He forced the girl under his spell,
Then their slaughter slowly began.
Hers Eyes began to bleed gently
Before she threw up intestines to flood the car.
Her boyfriend could hardly suppress the urge to vomit,
He started shaking the door handle like a madman.
But it was soon over for him too,
The dead priest, laughing, crushed his skull in two.

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