The Trees sway from left to right,
The rain beats down on a dark, dreary night.
The wind blows in screams of pain.
Then blood soaks through ragged seams.
As bitter screams fill the air,
You must go to the graveyard,
If you dare.
Even so, seasons don’t fear the reaper,
Nor I forever more.
Streets of gold forever I see,
I will walk these streets of heaven,
And live the life of undead.
I will no longer fear the Reaper,
He is no threat to me anymore.
I am safe at home,
My palace made of every good thing and galore.
