With every stroll down the row of graves.
The night never phase me.
Death knows when i call.

The moon is full of light and wonders.
But the dead walks without care.
A night of horror a night of scares.

Screams fill the air.
Birds fly to the south.
The ground lay undisturbed.

Cold air chills the bones.
A step into the cold gripping hands of death lights the way.

A gripping realization of life.
Nothing seems right after wards.
Born into a world with the cleanest soul.
Die with a regret.

When we return to the resting place from a long walk on the living.
Regrets on the dieing lingers in the undead soul.

But still the night doesn’t seem disturbed.

Living in a world of mysterys.
But a certian we know carries us to are graves.

The air is thin and chill rises from the ground.
I can feel him i can hear him calling.
The time is right to pass threw the chilling night.
Let the restless rest for another night.