| Night has come and the ground is covered in a sickly fogbank
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| Creeping up to the rusty gate I force it open
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| Tombs surround me I must be at some ancient graveyard
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| Cryptic markings this must be since long abandoned
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| I feel as though I’m being watched
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| The shadows dance at the corner of my eye
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| Eyes are moving I try to find some place of respite
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| Then a stranger lays his hand upon my shoulder
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| I turn around and I see a figure in black vestment
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| He greets me welcome have you come to stay here as the others
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| Frozen with fear confusion stalls my reply
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| Who are you what do you mean
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| I am the old gravekeeper
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| I tend to these graves and their residents
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| I am lost now where am I please can’t you help me
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| All I want is to find my way back into town
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| His response is an empty glare and then he smiles
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| Nodding slowly he raises his hand and points the way
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| Frozen with fear confusion stalls my reply
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| Thank you I’ll be on my way
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| With no one else to beseech for help
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| My only hope is to trust this man
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| Frozen with fear I start to make my way out |
| Finally made my way home |