Armor's Cemetery

Deep in Armor's Cemetery,
Low tide fear comes to greet you,
Fog claims your feet as you walk along the stone path,

It is said that many hae died there,
It is said that only those who where murdered on the cemetery's soil,
reside, six feet under,
Their blood has splattered, right beneath your feet,
Their last words still hanging in the air you breathe,

The decaying dreas and visions that have haunted you,
Peeling off of their bodies, give life to the dirt above,
Irises, tulips grow from the skin you walk on,
Oozing sores spill hopeless wishes of the dead,

This is how they turn to ghosts,
This is what gave this town such infamous history,
The fear, it feeds its worthless existence,
Are we really here?
Are you really walking up that stone path,

All you remember are shattered memories,
You never forgave, so you couldnt forget them,
Your family,
You couldnt forget them at all,

And thats the only thing saving us from abduction,
Only if we make the right choice,