Grief - Tortured soul On a journey to the dead you embark Mourn - Bitter loss By the tombstones in this graveyard so dark A wet guts hits your skin A rancid breath, now dread sets in Turn - Gace upon His disfigured and bloom covered face Fear - This hunched over freak An abnormal and grisly disgrace Though you may try to run His next display, you are the one His newest, freshest weaper He's the gravekeeper Among the graves, always lurking around To the dead devoted, to the graveyard bound His hands on your neck, your last embrace Then burried and lost in a homemade case Gone - Never found Covered under six feet of dirt Hush - Silence of death You can no longer warn or alert Now you have joined the ranks Encased in mud and wooden planks Collection of dead waper He's the gravekeeper