Graveyard

The graveyard is alive,
A black cat crosses my path,
the chill of cold wind,
The dead will taste their wrath.

Black crows break the silence.
The garden of the dead's alive tonight
Nothing will guide you through,
As you cower in fright.

Feel the thoughts of the dead,
Let your mind absorb them all,
As the wood of trees rots away,
Let them slip away and make you fall.

Open up your mind,
You will feel it too.
Let them consume your body,
Let them feel it too.

And I can't find myself,
Alone with just my thoughts,
They just crumble me to the ground,
No matter how hard I fought.

Stone carved only by hand,
Statues that resemble their faces,
They still breathe,
Rest in pieces.