• I walked in the dark,
    Where the dead bodies lay,
    The tombstones make there mark,
    Where the ghosts decide to stay,

    I hear them wail,
    The piercing sounds,
    i see a tail,
    hitting the mounds,

    i see a throne of pure gold,
    i sit on the throne,
    looking bold,
    as they grab my bone,

    scared to death,
    i try to run,
    captured, caught,
    under the midnight sun,

    a second to midnight,
    my time is done,
    as the clock chimes 12,
    the curse is undone,

    my master has woke,
    the time has come,
    the spell has broke,
    it is done,

    time for doom,
    out of control,
    as he leaves his cold damp tomb,
    for it is his gold that they stole,

    Bearded men,
    greedy thieves,
    Revenge shall be sweet,
    As he no longer grieves,

    Working slaves,
    morning to night,
    scars on their backs,
    oh what a delight,

    The outskirts of doom,
    Under the graves,
    A yard of gloom,
    the world they crave,

    The feelings he harbors,
    are anger and rage,
    against the world,
    Against this age,

    And so dear reader,
    i hope you've learned,
    this is what happens,
    when you take the wrong turn,

    beware of thrones,
    of pure gold,
    i must go,
    for my soul has been sold.