Dead Man's Eyes

In an oaken high seat

An aura of ghastly presence

Eyes of evil, dead stare

Do you wanna get possessed

Evil has many forms

Frightened by fate

Harvest the living

You don't wanna get possessed

Buried beneath stones

Still there's fear in the air

It doesn't matter anyway

You are possessed

Reaping thy brother

Rebellion from the graves

This is just the beginning

Of a terror march unleashed