There Is a Place

There is a place that darkness 
and gloom may cover
A place that calls out to me
to torture my soul
The sound of the dead 
chills this blood of mine
As the clock strikes midnight
on this witching hour
The sky turned blood red as
the horn played its eerie tune

The ground trembled as
the smell of death lingers 
Decaying bodies with flesh
that fell to the ground
Rising from the graves of
the lost and forgotten 
The time has come for them
to do their masters bidding 

The last rider of the four
horsemen has emerged 
Carrying an hour glass that
has marked our time
He carries a list that
engraves our names
We our like lost lambs
hunted for the slaughterhouse