"...Nobody can say what will happen in a while But still there are some stories Which are repeated endlessly..." Slowly decomposing corpse lies on the bed There is chiling silence all around The mouth distorted in a bestial grimace The sunken and motionless eyes... Suddenly lungs start working hearily like old bellows Breathing out felid air with a whistle The corpse starts learnong to live again from the beginning No man will rise from the mortal bed But a bloody beast The unsafed and greedy spectre comes back And when it gets power over your weak minds Panic terror and blood will emerge from your nightmares