The graveyard will always be haunted
By specters and memories
That forever stand in my way
Priests and exorcists we call the undaunted
But their attempts have all ended in tragedy
And the un-dead are here to stay
The ground has spoken
You know it's true
What had sealed the hole
To hell is now broken
Everyone's dead
And it's just you
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