Undead… An Ironic Statement of Death and Rebirth
By Stijn Vermeulen


Some people say there’s nothing worse than death
And some even say it’s God having his wrath
They say it’s a punishment for all our terrible deeds
And to Hell it leads

But I used to think death wasn’t actually that bad
That is was a well deserved rest for all the bad things you ever had
The bad things you ever had in life
But when brought to death by my best friends knife
I was brought to a place that was neither heaven nor hell
But a place that was not far from a prison cell

There I was put to a test
And depending on how long I’d last
I would be send to beneath or above
And this is the part you’re not gonna love

I led my life more swell than well
I failed the test and got send to hell
Then I noticed the sky turned from heavenly blue
To bloody scarlet hue

In hell I was tortured for more than five hundred years
I cried so much, I ran out of tears

When finally unchained, I was thrown into the fieriest depths
I said to myself, more suffering perhaps

I was to live there in exile for another thousand years
But this time, I didn’t shed any tears
I kept thinking ever since
Was this worth committing all those sins?

I wished I had lived my life better
Suddenly I heard a voice ask: What’s the matter?
When I turned, I saw a dog-like silhouette
And it told me its name was Seth
When I told him I was banned here for a thousand years
He said to me: Have no fears
I can get you out, but not without a fair trade
I want your soul; Only then I will open the gate
I rejected his offer immediately
But then quickly he said to me:
I can grant you eternal life
And you will be able to again see you kids and wife
I told him I had neither kids nor wife
But I was interested in the eternal life
He replied: so we have a deal then?
I will make you live once again
I felt me and my soul being torn apart
And my mind was completely off the chart

I noticed I was no longer among the dead
And I had this unexplainable pain inside my head
Then I found myself lying in my coffin
In the back of my head I could still hear Seth laughing

I looked at myself and noticed I was different
Even more different than different
And though I didn’t feel any sadness
I neither felt any happiness

The only thing I felt was this terrible pain
And that there was no blood streaming trough any vein
I wasn’t alive and neither was I dead
And I felt this hunger as if I was strongly underfed

When I managed to finally break through my coffins wood
I started to get the feeling it was no hunger for additional food
Then after finding my way through the mud
I realised it was an irresistible hunger for blood

I became afraid of myself and what I could do
Then I noticed that again the sky had changed into scarlet hue
I saw that the sky was holding a beautiful moon that night
And when I turned I found there was a human, paralysed by fright

I could feel fresh blood flowing through her veins and there I stood
Wanting to put my teeth into her neck and suck her precious blood

And when I realised I knew her, I found out I didn’t even care if she lived or died
I felt neither pity nor mercy and watched how she was still completely petrified

I slowly reached for her neck
And said to myself: Oh what the heck
I said to her: Have no fears; don’t you see
You will soon become a monster, just like me

I slowly made my fangs sank into her soft skin
As I asked myself: Isn’t this another sin
Then I thought: One of many, what does it matter
Not doing this won’t make it any better

After I had my feast, I left immediately
For I didn’t want to see her turn into a bloodsucker like me
And the sun is coming up so I guess I’ll have to hide
To a hidden place, somewhere out of sight




Hunt during the night and hide during the day
Well I’ve got to say
The life of my kind
Was not the life I had in mind

I realise it now; that I’m still experiencing Hell,
but than here on Earth
Undead, an ironic statement of death and rebirth