I see Zombies.
Direct from Hell.
Black clouds roll into necropolis
as night falls on hallowed ground.
Dense fog creeps into inky black wells
of the cold, damp pits beneath.
They gather for a ritual
to wed in black and grey.
They’re searching for a sacrifice
to pay the devils alms
For the bride to have her former self,
they have made a deal.
To bring you to the boneyard
for you are the immolate.
Eerie whispers beckon you in
to join the festive brawl.
The putrid breath that sucks your life
will keep you in their spell.
Grating stone on grating stone
they crawl from their tombs.
They rise and bid you come inside
to join them on their side.
The church bells sound the warning toll,
the breeze will quietly tell.
Stay away from the graveyard tonight,
they’ve come direct from hell.