The Final Resting Place

Surrounded by the iron gates,
The mist floats through the graveyard lamps,
Spirits rise and darkness sings,
And now you hear their evil chants...

Its an eerie place to find yourself,
For its cold and wet and dark,
Struggle down the shortened path,
Where the Spirits leave their lasting mark...

Known as the final resting place,
To the unknown this may be true,
But those who know the difference,
As they begin to chant to you...

Their shapes appear before you,
As the darkness closes in,
The abyss becomes your nightmare,
In the places you have been...

One by One they rise above,
The fear becomes intense,
The spirits sense your anguished soul,
And it's all at your expense...

The fog rolls in, in thickness,
You feel something touch your hand,
You know the spirits found you,
Its everything you planned...

Step by step you move forward,
To afraid to run,
It's everything you hoped for,
It's a Gothic kind of fun...

Spirits laugh an evil cry,
They know that you are near,
Maybe its the reason,
That curiosity brought you here...

It all makes perfect sense now,
In this haunted frightening place,
Cancel future plans my friend,
You have finally seen their face...

They say that once you walk alone,
It is now they smile and grin,
The evil spirits found you,
And now you're one of them,...

To come no more and never return,
In the human form at least,
The graveyard drew you in,
You have now become the beast...

Just like them you're in the grip,
Of the dreams of you beckoned well,
Remember just the beginning
In the places where they dwell...

The headstone said it all my friend,
Come with us, if you please,
And let us take you to the place,
Forever rest in peace....