It's dark, the sky is blank
Every body dreads his home, but
I'm just right there, nigh his home
The man who carries zombie
When the icy breezes prevail
Unrhythmic fear in my heart is instilled
I'm seeing him! he's right there! not far!
A man in a black suit, carrying a coffin
Won't I be the one to go in
My heart's trembled, I can't manage to stand
I can't stand to run, from this ghost
It's 'bout to possess me, less I pick a torch
And flash the light towards him
The man in a black suit, carrying a coffin
Was a tree carrying it's broad leaves
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