The Valley that Calls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

The Eerie Grave

I take a short walk through the eerie grave,

Might there be a zombie, phantom or ghost?

As I make my way through, I'm feeling brave.

Those who were, in the cemetery slave,

The graveyard a looming silence doth host.

I take a short walk through the eerie grave.

Out of the tombs, a haunted hand will wave,

Long-dead souls stalk the cemeteries lost.

As I make my way through, I'm feeling brave.

I think I hear the howling phantoms rave,

A thick, dense stench sits upon a cold frost.

I take a short walk through the eerie grave.

The forgotten dead will not mankind save,

I quicken up my pace from post to post.

As I make my way through, I'm feeling brave.

The darkened dead will have never forgave,

Save them or join them, our worthy lives cost.

I take a short walk through the eerie grave,

As I make my way through, I'm feeling brave.