The Wind swirls around.
The howling darkness calls.
The forest beckons to me in a dreamtime awe, In it
I hear the owl laughing
I feel the statue staring at me.
The deathly cold stops me dead, life reborn in the moonlight...

(apparation)hovers past my eyes, I walk through the garden of stone
I hear the spectre moaning, I see the corpselights burning
The tree; its look is haunting
The moon looks down from above...

The mortuary doors open wide, a voice calls my name
Shade of the dead haunt about, A lonely skull screams aloud
A falling branch signifies the end
The ghouls begin to gather...

Now, in fear, I run away, I hear the blackbird at my back
Stop in front of a tombstone, In horror I read the epitaph
Standing in front of an open grave
The markers words spell out my name.

In front of the grave I'm strickendown
Hit from behind by the phantom hound
Awake in grave Half covered by dirt
I look up to see the gavedigger at work
Buried alive a spirit visits my grave
In memory of me she leaves a bouquet of black roses.

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