Night Keepers of Boot Hill

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