shadows dancing 'round the flames,

spirits scream and whisper names

the night is black as a raven's plume

the dead have risen from their somber tomb

people shriek in terror and flee

but they can't change their destiny

the dead feast upon their succulent meat

the organs are ripe and the blood is sweet

the corpses leave when they've had their share

and retreat back to their stony lair

the ground is soaked in blood so red

the bones are left from the meal of dead

the air is silent, save for a scream

the child wakes up, 'twas all a dream

but what's that moving in the black?

the thing prepares for an attack…