The sepulcher has opened
The death stench leeches out
The wind shrieks in the open door
My mind is filled with doubt
Sarcophagus is waiting
The stake is in my hand
With trepidation mounting high
It’s time to take a stand
The flicker of the torchlight
Illumines shadows deep
My heart is in my stricken throat
As closer I do creep
My hands upon the surface
The marble cold and dank
I pry the ancient coffin lid
And give a mighty yank
I peer into the darkness
Scarlet eyes glow from within
I raise the stake above my head
Forgive me this one sin