Belive me i say! to this tale i tell
About a man, an undertaker from hell
His cripples hands, his back bent
An old man? but his eyes had a red glint

He smiled upon the living
He thought and schemed at their being
Silently, carefully, he dug a hole
His purpose? to kill and bury another soul

He'd cut off arms and legs in delight
Begging, teasing for a fight
He'd tear out your eyes and fead them to the crows
He'd break and twist off fingured and toes

Laughing with glee, he would skin your face
Leaving raw muscle and blood in its place
He'd boil you alive, or impale you right through
Slicing, cutting, ripping, burning, every part of you

Before you die even though you beg
He places you in your earthen bed
Alive he burys you no one will guess or know
leaving a mystry, and pain, and sorrow

Hell's Undertaker..., a demon in human form
He's been around since before you were born
Do yourselves a favor before he comes for you
Run like hell for this tale is true