There's a decaying house by the cemetery Not a soul can be caught passing there after dark Someone lives there unseen, left in solitary An estate bordering the city of the dead
Every night in the midst of the witching hour A dark shape can be seen silently treading the graves What grim madness occurs, quiet as a whisper A ghoul haunts the headstones under the veil of fog
What does he do at night? Concealed and out of sight Digging by lantern-light in the graveyard On the outskirts of town Working without a sound Six feet into the ground in the graveyard
Long before the moon wanes over the ossuary A lone phantom departs, fleeing without a trace Now the graves are empty, hidden by the shadows The departed inside vanished without a trace
What does he do at night? Concealed and out of sight Digging by lantern-light in the graveyard On the outskirts of town Working without a sound Six feet into the ground in the graveyard
What lies in this quiet home? Down and from the catacombs What's inside of every room? Bodies snatched from their tombs Corpses posed in effigy Exhumed a new family
What does he do at night? Concealed and out of sight Digging by lantern-light in the graveyard On the outskirts of town Working without a sound Six feet into the ground in the graveyardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
