Graveside Serenade

Shadows fall against the gravestones of this forgotten cemetery.
Underground, the dead begin to stir, right behind the mortuary.
In the dead of night, beware the shadows, a doorway to their lair.
Hallows eve fast approaches, a scent of brimstone in the air.
Rise-up destitute souls, walk with me, in this undead parade.
The frightened cries of the living, muted by this graveside Serenade.
Animated corpses, dead-walk marching, down into the hollow.
Their tortured moans, joined in chorus, compelling them to follow.
Taste of the living's flesh and blood, so fresh and so unspoiled.
The devil's wishes, now fulfilled, resurrection from the soil.
Empty and devoid of spirit, no guilt, no joy, no accolades.
The frightened cries of the living, muted by this graveside Serenade.