The mist was thick and cold in the last night of this year The sun had all burned out and the church was locked and sealed A dark figure staggered at the graves
The moon hid behind the clouds & darkness slowly spread Yeah, an unholy night The staggering figure moved like a shadow the church bell started to chime In the graves the dead began to writhe and twist their bones
The wind whispered in the trees along with their wining moans
The town, so old and tired, was sleeping the night away Safely tucked in bed not knowing of any threat But peaceful dreams faded to black and the warming fires died
Grown men shivered in fear and sweat and children woke and up and cried Little did the town know of reprisal from the tomb The church bell was ringing the raven was singing a song about their doom Maybe they shouldn't have left him burned and buried alive Evil avenger with fire in his hands
Maybe they shouldn't have cursed his name and been so sure that he died The nasty smell of paraffin oil and fear from the damned Soon the curse was back on them and set them all ablaze Devouring flames turned groans into ashes The smell of death blended with the haze.
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