Won't Be Turning Back No More
Not many people want to know,
What's beyond those cemetery gates at night.
People go in and they disappear without a trace.
There's a rumor they get caught in the arms of the dead.
They drag them into their coffins and rip their skin off.
Limb by limb as they scream into the cold night air.
We can hear the screams from the cemetery,
But no one has the guts to go save them.
In the day I see fewer people out in the streets.
In the night, I see people more people going into the cemetery.
The sweet sound of the music coming from the cemetery,
Lure them into their trap.
Then there are the screams again and they are gone.
My father was out drunk one night.
He heard the lovely music and went into the cemetery,
Not remembering the words that my mother had said.
"Stay out of the cemetery. We don't want you dead."
But he forgot and he we heard his screams as they tore him apart.
My mother told him as she passed the cemetery gates one morining.
"What did I tell you? What did I tell you about the living dead?"
And she took my hand and walked off, not looking back.
I looked back and saw something gleaming beyond the cemetery gates.
I wrenched out of my mother's grasp and ran through the cemetery gates,
Ignoring the pleas my mother was saying outide of the cemetery gates.
Running past the graves of the dead.
Ripping my shirts to shreds as it got caught in the trees.
Suddenly, I found myself face to face with my father's necklace.
I got it from where it was hanging and looked to the side.
My face went pale when I saw him dead, his insides eaten up.
I shook my head and started to run but someone caught me in their arms.
I was frightened.
I couldn't look back.
I just yelled,
"Just kill me you living deads!"
But they answered back,
"I will do no such thing as to kill a child. Now go before it is too late."
I felt the hands remove itself from my shoulders.
I looked back to see no one.
Looking up, I felt the rain coming down
As the sky began to darken.
I ran for my life, not wanting to die,
Wanting once again to be in my mother's arms again.
The voice kept following me.
"Go, run, before the living dead get you."
I ran even more faster making me slip and fall in front of the gates.
The voice screamed into my head.
"Get up, run for your dear life my boy. They are up!"
I got up as fast I could as I heard footsteps coming closer.
All wet because of the rain,
Slipping through the gates before it was too late.
Looked back and saw a figure with bright red eyes,
With a black mantle covering him.
The figure cackled,
"You ran away this time but you won't be able to escape your fate!"
Which sent shivers up my spine and I ran all the way home.
Reaching the doors, I slammed it shut once I got in.
My mother weeping by the fire,
Looking back to see me.
She ran and hugged me, not expecting me to say,
"Mother, I saw him...I saw the figure...and I won't escape my fate. I need my revenge."
She looked at me with wide eyes and backed up to the wall.
I ran back out to the cemetery.
I knew that this won't take long.
One step though the cemetery gates,
Won't be turning back no more.
What's beyond those cemetery gates at night.
People go in and they disappear without a trace.
There's a rumor they get caught in the arms of the dead.
They drag them into their coffins and rip their skin off.
Limb by limb as they scream into the cold night air.
We can hear the screams from the cemetery,
But no one has the guts to go save them.
In the day I see fewer people out in the streets.
In the night, I see people more people going into the cemetery.
The sweet sound of the music coming from the cemetery,
Lure them into their trap.
Then there are the screams again and they are gone.
My father was out drunk one night.
He heard the lovely music and went into the cemetery,
Not remembering the words that my mother had said.
"Stay out of the cemetery. We don't want you dead."
But he forgot and he we heard his screams as they tore him apart.
My mother told him as she passed the cemetery gates one morining.
"What did I tell you? What did I tell you about the living dead?"
And she took my hand and walked off, not looking back.
I looked back and saw something gleaming beyond the cemetery gates.
I wrenched out of my mother's grasp and ran through the cemetery gates,
Ignoring the pleas my mother was saying outide of the cemetery gates.
Running past the graves of the dead.
Ripping my shirts to shreds as it got caught in the trees.
Suddenly, I found myself face to face with my father's necklace.
I got it from where it was hanging and looked to the side.
My face went pale when I saw him dead, his insides eaten up.
I shook my head and started to run but someone caught me in their arms.
I was frightened.
I couldn't look back.
I just yelled,
"Just kill me you living deads!"
But they answered back,
"I will do no such thing as to kill a child. Now go before it is too late."
I felt the hands remove itself from my shoulders.
I looked back to see no one.
Looking up, I felt the rain coming down
As the sky began to darken.
I ran for my life, not wanting to die,
Wanting once again to be in my mother's arms again.
The voice kept following me.
"Go, run, before the living dead get you."
I ran even more faster making me slip and fall in front of the gates.
The voice screamed into my head.
"Get up, run for your dear life my boy. They are up!"
I got up as fast I could as I heard footsteps coming closer.
All wet because of the rain,
Slipping through the gates before it was too late.
Looked back and saw a figure with bright red eyes,
With a black mantle covering him.
The figure cackled,
"You ran away this time but you won't be able to escape your fate!"
Which sent shivers up my spine and I ran all the way home.
Reaching the doors, I slammed it shut once I got in.
My mother weeping by the fire,
Looking back to see me.
She ran and hugged me, not expecting me to say,
"Mother, I saw him...I saw the figure...and I won't escape my fate. I need my revenge."
She looked at me with wide eyes and backed up to the wall.
I ran back out to the cemetery.
I knew that this won't take long.
One step though the cemetery gates,
Won't be turning back no more.