Scouting The Boneyard by Sons Of Azrael
Scouting the bone-yard,
Under cover of darkness.
I'm alone in a cloud of fog,
Lit by the moon.
Tonight I have a plan to exhume,
Those at rest.
To search for new treasures,
Within their tombs.
Armed with a shovel,
I begin to dig.
Now to have her casket,
Remove the lid...
Inside is a young girl,
Her corpse is fresh.
Carefully remove her,
I will bring her home,
So we can be alone.
Now back in the house,
I get her to bed,
No one to disturb us,
Everyone is dead.
I spray her with perfume,
To help mask the smell.
No matter what I do,
I know she'll never tell.
In her lifeless eyes...
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