I made my way into the graveyard before dawn had broken
The hour of the witch was close at hand
I looked at the sky, he should be here soon
Little did I know what horror lay in wake for me
For what felt like hours I sat inside this cursed place
Not a flicker of light glinted on the faces of the dead
It was then I heard the cemetery gate unlatch
I turned around and saw the grounds fill with mist
No prayers, no fires
As I turned around I saw no figure waiting at the gate
Decaying smells began to fill the air
And it was then the wind began to tremble
And then I heard a rasping voice that chilled my very soul
No prayers, no fires