Bob Schneider - Merrysville Cemetery
Aggravating the sense of sight
Gargoyles stain this leathery night
There's a demon't heart in every stone
The worm grounds covered in goblin bones
A dead raven stares from a goat scull tree
In the middle of Merrysville cemetery
There's a wrinkled corpse under every mound
Their open mouths don't make a sound
In the distance there's a skeleton bell
And a thousand souls fly up from hell
A dead raven stares from a goat scull tree
In the middles of Merrysville cemetery
Letras Bob Schneider