The Graveyard
Beneath the dark and firey sky
Lies a cold and quiet place for thy
Clashing blades once met here
Filling innocents hearts with fear
Blood ran like rivers and streams
Cursing rock and wooden beams
Rolling heads and bleeding hearts
Fueled the fire that sparks and starts
Upon the grass that is dyed red
Lays multiple bodies, now all dead
Cold bones lay bare once in blood
The reaper glares from under his hood
Beneath cold earth is a place for thy
stars twinkle in the dark and firey sky
Sing the song of the dancing dead
And thou shall meet long dead dread!
Lies a cold and quiet place for thy
Clashing blades once met here
Filling innocents hearts with fear
Blood ran like rivers and streams
Cursing rock and wooden beams
Rolling heads and bleeding hearts
Fueled the fire that sparks and starts
Upon the grass that is dyed red
Lays multiple bodies, now all dead
Cold bones lay bare once in blood
The reaper glares from under his hood
Beneath cold earth is a place for thy
stars twinkle in the dark and firey sky
Sing the song of the dancing dead
And thou shall meet long dead dread!
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