• Graves, Dirt upon your clothing.
    Grey skies stretch upon the horizon,
    as the white dresses float over our heads.
    Top hats and corsets travel to my tea party.
    Violin tunes whisper within the wind of the departed.
    Coffins cracked open by me.
    Welcome to my dead land,
    We all hope you love your stay,
    Lingering oder's from the cemetery will stay.
    Ghost visit us.
    While banshees scream your fears.
    The land of dead will be forgotten,
    but i shall stay alive until dusk,
    until you realize this is reality.