Dark woods summon me to enter As the moon emerge from behind the clouds Enlightening the primordial ruins of a hidden burial site Ghastly shapes of undead souls flitting about in the murk Very pale and death-like appearance, embodiment of evil
There is a legend in the region of this place, evil buries but not dead A psychic presence moving in the haze, cursed creatures demented Few have seen the entity and lived to tell What dwells beyond the iron gates of hell Supernatural forces, disembodied voices Caught in the spell, phantasmagoria
When the undead speaks at night, from the black space beyond life Apparitions haunting at the darkest hour Screaming in anguish, tormenting the living In the shadows of the tombstones A paranormal phenomenon is breeding
