Boneyard - Blood, Impetigo

Strolling through my boneyard

A ghoulish midnight stride

A walk among the corpses

Fills my heart with pride…

A score of screaming victims

To me they scream no more

Forty or four hundred, I’ve lost count

Buried 'neath the earthen floor…

One by one they meet their doom

Through macabre and nepharious means

Midnight in my boneyard

The wind blows through the trees…