Devil In the Graveyard
The lightings strikes and the thunder rolls
but how can it be my names on this tombstone.
As the devil been out, collecting mens souls.
Seeing my name as sent a shiver down by backbone.
But how can it be my names on this tombstone.
A hand on my shoulder and a whispered word.
Seeing my name sent a shiver down by backbone.
Is this my greeting have I joined the devils work.
A hand on my shoulder and a whispered word.
As the devil been out, collecting mens souls.
Is this my greeting have I joined the devils work.
The lightings strikes and the thunder rolls.
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