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In the land beyond the Forest

Where superstition never dies,

Is a dark foreboding place

Where a coffin forever lies.



Inside the dampened casket

Is the soul of the undead.

Who waits until it is dark

Before his wings will spread.



He is not seen in any mirror,

Or can stand that awful sun.

But can be seen as nothing

A life that was no one.



Beware the clawing mist

Or rodents at your feet.

This is the Witching hour

Let"'"s hope you will not meet.



But you have now a Visitor

A tall exceptional man,

That has been about

Since time it has began.



Just you relax my dear

Let the smile become all teeth,

Your neck is so inviting,

so red, like your withering wreath..



Our marriage is complete

You are now the living dead.

Forever in my spell

Now that we are wed.



But listen up my dear

Our partnership is young,

I want to hear you speak

In mine ,the Devils tongue .



You can stand and speak

Like a Mother on instruction,

Tell them all about..

About the eve of destruction.



'"'To believe all of your lies,

My sweet zombie Sarah,

We have to go way back

To the Paleotic era.'"'



So said an unlikely hero

Who felt this World attack,

A man to free this world,

Get it back on track.



Another tall dark man,

Who knows what

he can bring.



He fights unholy hordes  

Let"s them learn a certain tune,



hell sing.