Spooky birds with scary noises
Stars and moon fight for the night sun
With stones of buried dead bodies
Inscribe on tombs, epitaph of hopes.
The cold breeze blew the trees arrogantly; as
Decayed bones rises with vigour
Tombs cracks and open in horror
invicible voices shakes the ground.
Walking corpse cries for revenge
Wailing with witchery cries
with knives in their hands
They sought the living slayer of their soul
