Death
The night was deep and dark
Like a casket's cold embrace
As the moon's silver spark
Danced upon the graveyard's face
The wind howled like a banshee
Through the twisted, gnarled trees
And in the shadows I could see
Dark things moving on the breeze
The crypts yawned open wide
Inviting me into their gloom...
Like a casket's cold embrace
As the moon's silver spark
Danced upon the graveyard's face
The wind howled like a banshee
Through the twisted, gnarled trees
And in the shadows I could see
Dark things moving on the breeze
The crypts yawned open wide
Inviting me into their gloom...