The gates to the graveyard are unhinged Rust is corroding its bars Paths are strewn with rank growth A dead sky is devoid of stars Burial sites in the darkness A quivering to rise from below Rancid smells waft through the surface Something's ascending, steady and slow Rotten flesh to rise from the realms of the dead Better to run, unaware of this imminent threat Towns depraved, restless, devoured by ghastly waves Billows are crawling from battered graves Far too late, embrace the fumes of these ghastly waves Drawn towards musty and battered graves Pervading forces lure deeper Willingless, creep further down Give in to seductive powers Spiral stairs lead underground