Every night at 3 a.m.
You can't see it
But you know it's there
Waking up abruptly
You can feel it
Like hot breath of despair
They went to old graves
And they left an angry soul
On your f*cking lawn, bitch!
Now you're cursed for eternity
And you're slumber-less
The doom is near again!
Grave soul
The dead is coming after you
Grave soul
The dead is coming after you
Grave soul
Haunting thoughts, the death of you
Grave soul
You'll end your life, it's their goal
They want your head, head, head
They want you dead, dead, dead