Strolling through my boneyard
A ghoulish midnight stride
A walk among the corpses
Fills my heart with pride
Scores of screaming victims
To me they scream no more
Forty or four hundred, I've lost count
Buried 'neath the earthen floor
One by one they met their doom
Through macabre and nefarious means
Midnight in my boneyard
The wind blows through the trees