Burial Ground

Behold the prophecy
Of the black spider
Earth shall tremble
Graves open wider
Among the living
They shall come
Messengers of death
Worms and scum
When the moon turns red
The dead shall rise
The nights of terror is upon us all
At the Burial Ground
Zombies arise
Out of the crypt
Horde of the undead
Flesh been ripped
Gut munching brutes
Have been released
Reanimated and rotten
A cadaverous feast
When the moon turns red
The dead shall rise
The nights of terror is upon us all
At the Burial Ground
A manor under siege
Rescue beyond reach
As the zombies attack
Hungry for a snack
When the moon turns red
The dead shall rise
The nights of terror is upon us all
At the Burial Ground