The Undead

Once upon a winter night,
The silence was broken; full of fright,
For during the night, they awoke,
The undead mass, a hooded cloak,

They screamed and moaned,
Schemed and groaned,
For their loves they searched for thee,

‘Tis this evening the angels helped thee,
Find the loves of the undead mass,
Though the undead's loves did flee,

They screamed and moaned,
Schemed and groaned,
For their loves they searched did flee,

And once the Sun, rose above the earth
The undead mass dead once again,
For their loves they searched for thee,
For their loves they searched did flee,