the dark side of a cemetery |
In these shady grounds of a massive boot hill Are casting shadows that creep and shrill The hazy fog that lingers 'n hovers above Gravestones of the past, some whom we love The abandoned walkway, left dark and bare Inviting shadows to use their lair Trapped behind the rod iron gates Left to roam 'n crawl beyond their fate The one who wanders and crosses their path Will feel the halt of an unknown wrath These shadows will lurk from dusk till dawn Leaving at daylight, to let the others pawn |