The moon is full tonight Lighting up the sky Grey clouds look eerie floating by Bats and owls Cast their shadows as they fly Nothing stirs Only the creatures of the night Wolves howl at the moon Calling out to each other Its a full moon and its midnight the dead shall rise in the full moon light Zombies walking the earth To seek and Feed upon the living As a dark grey mist covers the lands
Do the dead dream Do they feel the tremors as I walk upon their graves Do they feel my loneliness My sadness and my sorrow Do I disturb their resting place As I walk under the moon light I am lost I cannot find my way
All over dark shadows are dancing and twisting in the eerie breeze that blows across the gardens I see gravestones here and there Some old some new But where is mine? I am lost I cannot find my way
I see dolls All shapes and sizes Though not as a doll should be No rosy cheeks No pink smiley lips Only battered and broken Grey and lifeless Missing limbs Broken arms and legs And even a missing head For this is a doll mortuary
Glass eyes staring at you Seeing deep within your soul Pleading to be repaired To once again be loved and needed To be held and kissed And invited to tea parties That will no longer be For all I see Are lifeless and dead Broken and shattered Empty shells For...
I walked along a dark, never ending road Lonely, cold and wretched Only shadows watching over me Then death passed me by I welcomed his company I welcomed his embrace For I was no longer alone I had death in my face
He lies with folded arms across his chest Still and quiet as if he his sleeping A coffin for a bed Deep within a dark ancient tomb Only creatures of the night to keep him company Undisturbed for centuries Yet he still looks young and handsome No evidence of his eternal existence No wrinkles formed upon his pale skin Though he has been around for years What is his secret? No man wants to know For He is the lord of the undead He is the Lord of darkness Lord of those who walk the night He is known as Count Dracula