Things are truly grieve
Are thoughts of tragedy
And when I see them bleed
A dark hand I really need
Into the bone yards I am summoning
I am the horror scheme
Into the graveyards I’ll be entertaining
I am the horror scene
Hands full of blood
With things I love
And when I hear them screams
Those are my beautiful dreams
Into the boneyards I am summoning
I am the horror scheme
Into the graveyards I’ll be entertaining
I am the horror scene