The Eerie Grave
I take a short walk through the eerie grave,
Might there be a zombie, phantom or ghost?
As I make my way through, I'm feeling brave.
Those who were, in the cemetery slave,
The graveyard a looming silence doth host.
I take a short walk through the eerie grave.
Out of the tombs, a haunted hand will wave,
Long-dead souls stalk the cemeteries lost.
As I make my way through, I'm feeling brave.
I think I hear the howling phantoms rave,
A thick, dense stench sits upon a cold frost.
I take a short walk through the eerie grave.
The forgotten dead will not mankind save,
I quicken up my pace from post to post.
As I make my way through, I'm feeling brave.
The darkened dead will have never forgave,
Save them or join them, our worthy lives cost.
I take a short walk through the eerie grave,