The Undertaker -

It is the midnight hour graveyard laying silent and dark

Funeral mist over tombes and stones

Moving in the shade of night is the clerk

With his twisted molesting need he will dig up the bones

The Undertaker, longing for the dead

The Undertaker, demons in his head

The Undertaker, moving the stones

The Undertaker, skulls and bones

The keys he has in his hands will open the chamber

The chamber of a 1000 voices

It is the midnight hour graves are open wide

Against the light of dawn clerk is moving fast

The skulls he has plundered is his love and pride

This romance with the dead will not be his last

The Undertaker, longing for the dead

The Undertaker, demons in his head

The Undertaker, moving the stones

The Undertaker, skulls and bones

The keys he has in his hands will open the chamber

The chamber of a 1000 voices

The Undertaker, longing for the dead

The Undertaker, demons in his head

The Undertaker, moving the stones

The Undertaker, skulls and bones

The keys he has in his hands will open the chamber

The chamber of a 1000 voices

Shadowlands

With the keys in his hands he will enter the domain of the dead