The house beyond the graveyard
is no place to stay the night,
For once its ancient doors creak
shut, there's no escape in sight —
The old house looks deserted,
abandoned and forsaken,
But every night, as darkness falls,
its residents awaken —
Shadows roam the cobwebbed halls
and whispers fill the rooms,
And in the cold crypts far below, the
dead rise from their tombs —
So if you dare to venture there, leave
long before night falls,
Lest you join the restless ghosts that
haunt its shadowed halls