Ghouls in the Graveyard

🎵 Song Name: Ghouls in the Graveyard
🎵 Genre: Medieval Folk Song
🎵 Tone: Spooky, Fast-paced

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🎵 Lyrics

Intro

In the night, the moon’s cold light,
Shines upon the graveyard’s fright.
Shadows move and whispers grow,
Through the mist, the ghouls do flow.

Verse 1

Running through the graveyard dark,
Past the stones and ancient bark.
Ghouls arise with hollow eyes,
Seeking souls beneath the skies.
Feet that pound on paths so old,
Breath that chills, the air so cold.
Heartbeats race, no time to rest,
Ghouls are near, this is the test.

Chorus

Ghouls in the graveyard, shadows creep,
Through the night, they rise from sleep.
Run and hide, don’t make a sound,
Or the ghouls will pull you down.

Verse 2

Through the crypts and over graves,
Past the tombs where darkness waves.
Ghouls that whisper, ghouls that moan,
Seeking flesh and seeking bone.
Lanterns flicker, shadows dance,
Caught within a ghastly trance.
Every step, a desperate plea,
Hoping dawn will set you free.

Chorus

Ghouls in the graveyard, shadows creep,
Through the night, they rise from sleep.
Run and hide, don’t make a sound,
Or the ghouls will pull you down.

Verse 3

In the distance, church bells chime,
Marking moments lost in time.
Ghouls that hunger, ghouls that crave,
Every soul within the grave.
Hope and pray for morning’s light,
To dispel the ghoul’s dark blight.
Till then, run with all your might,
Through the graveyard, through the night.

Chorus

Ghouls in the graveyard, shadows creep,
Through the night, they rise from sleep.
Run and hide, don’t make a sound,
Or the ghouls will pull you down.

Bridge

In the night, the spirits wail,
Through the graveyard, through the veil.
Run and hide, don’t make a sound,
Or the ghouls will pull you down.

Chorus

Ghouls in the graveyard, shadows creep,
Through the night, they rise from sleep.
Run and hide, don’t make a sound,
Or the ghouls will pull you down.

Outro

In the night, the moon’s cold light,
Shines upon the graveyard’s fright.
Shadows move and whispers grow,
Through the mist, the ghouls do flow.