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