Old Forest Death In The Cemetary
A landscape of tombs,
bearing forests and caves.
Damp is the soil in this silent place,
as I come closer graves appear from the fog.
Black clouds hide away the sun,
the wind sends chill and the moon appears.
Far off, in the distance,
I hear wolves baying.
Creatures of the night,
that smell my blood.
The screaming gets louder,
and I see their eyes.
I run to my grave
[Repeat all]
