• Glide around each tombstone
    Spinning round and round,
    I'm a shadow gliding over graves;
    to no one am I bound!

    Adrenaline rushes through my veins
    Like wind slicing through my bones.
    The beautifully quiet graveyard
    Where the dead utter excited groans.

    I dance between the crumbling remains
    of marble headstones and grassy beds.
    But six feet below, the casket reveals
    the blackened remains, a corpse, the dead.

    I'll dance, I'll twist, I'll jump,
    Like a graceful shadow in the moonlight
    While the dead, six feet down, reach up;
    But I won't go down without a fight.