The Graveyard
The moonlight reveals the gates to the graveyard
to the grounds where evil transcends
Trace your path to the past when the warlocks
ruled this lands
A woman in black speaks to you saintly
'til you realise she doesn't have a heart
This evil woman stand laughing on sorrow
By her side stands a black phantom dog
As you're stumbling among tombstones and inverted crosses
You're reached by the smell of burnt flesh
You recall hearing about a witch burning children
over fire
The night is upon you, you don't have a clue where to run
nor to hide
The nigh unthinkable horrors of all time
They're all here
My fear is tremendous, my hair has gone white
As I look through a hole in the ground
Down below, I behold the hellfires, rising still
I'm shaking and trembling like never before
I wish I was anywhere else
a pretty, young girl in a white dress
reaches out for my hand
Somewhere I hear the sound of an organ
The lament of a skeleton hand
As a tree stands ablazed on at hill with people
hanged from ropes
As zombies pass and witches scream I walk to the altar
My slid open throat makes my dark liquid blood
to stain this rock
Through shadows ablaze
from a never seen place
I return to the graveyard again
As my life shifts from done
I thought darkness was gone
Then I hear the fury of the Judgement drums
