It Came from the Graveyard

A stench from the crypts oozing and overtaking you vapors of death and something else seeping into your lungs A foul breath, the breath of death putrid air infesting you A foul soul, now lives in you possessed by the ghoul from the graveyard Stinking flesh and gnarly hands it digs its way into you dragging out your gushing innards feasting on your remains And you go mad screaming and howling at the moon now a living corpse to be for all rotting etenity It came from the graveyard to take your sould from you and to enslave your flesh the price you pay for your sickened ways