They buried you alive for disobedience. For not taking in their faith. They buried you alive so you found no rest. Your body is dead but the essence is still alive. You thirst for vengeance and blood. You'll hang them for their guts.
Close your revenge your hands are on the loose. your face is in the earth and mud you feel the sweet taste of revenge.
Ministers of faith caught you you rend their bodies slowly Blood oozes from lacerations broken bones they scream with agony claws tearing their stomaches guts fall to the ground swathes, guts, neck and hung on crosses.
Church burning, hellfire. The bells and crosses melt. Burried for a fire all that is done in the name of faith. You were avenged your enemies are dead Now you will find peace in your grave.