Walking in the shadow of the dead
In a cemetery looking for death’s head
Upon a tombstone, cracked and worn
A curse was uttered; revenge was sworn
An ancient skull was left on a pedestal
Silent as time, the bones lay still
From the crypt of the mourned
Mortality is warned
The reaper beckons to us all
Souls depart to heed his call
To the grave, their final resting place
A prayer from the living is their final embrace