THE REAPER

 

 

Grim reaper stands over me,

where The Dead have come to be.

Blood won’t be my drink of choice,

not if I have any voice.

I will go down with a fight.

I refuse to take a bite.

No bloodthirsty demon down here.

No reason to have any fear.

THE DEAD GAME

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NO FEAR

 

 

I’m over here.

I can smell your fear.

You won’t be alone.

I can hear your moan.

 

I’ll be rising soon

On the next full moon.

We’ll rise from down under

On lightning and thunder.

 

You will not recognize me.

I’ll be different you see.

My new body is strong.

Now do not get me wrong.

 

I still love you, my dear.

Of that, please have no fear.

 

THE DEAD GAME continues

WALK THE NIGHT

 

 

Through the darkness.

Through the cemetery.

Through the deserted streets.

We walk the night.

 

In the dead of night.

In the moon’s glow.

In the dark shadows.

We walk the night.

 

Come close.

Come with us.

Come tonight.

As we walk the night.

 

THE DEAD GAME

BENEATH THE CYPRESS TREE

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Evil waits for you and me

beneath the tall cypress tree.

It comes in the dark of night,

won’t leave without a good fright.

The mausoleum is dark.

We only came on a lark.

Time for us to run and go.

The wind says, “I don’t think so.”

 

THE DEAD GAME

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