In the Catacombs

Strike a match; I'll let you catch your breath
Your fear of death won't hurt you
But it makes this harder
Slide down to the catacombs
I won't leave you alone
Light creeps across stone in horror

A fortnight since you heard the call
Hushed voices in the wall
Enthralling, pull you ever deeper
But you insisted on a guide
You begged and I replied
Now brother, let us face the reaper

You shouldn't be exploring
The sepulcher beneath your nose
There lurks an ancient evil
Mirrored by the dark of our souls

Drenched and quivering with fear
The voice is getting near
Imprisoned with the ghouls and specters
Dust and must of rotting flesh
Assail us every breath
Deep in the tomb of our ancestors

What happened to our fathers?
Do you know how they died?
Have you heard the whispered rumors
That they were buried alive?

You'd better not be in the catacombs
In the catacombs
When the spirits of the past awaken
Tell me can you feel it in your bones?
Did you hear the moans
Through the cracks in the hardwood floor?
Oh, once they have you in their grasp, boy
They'll never let you go
You'd better not be in the catacombs
In the catacombs...
When they rise

Now behold the family line
Each gone before their time
Oh, do you think their ghosts resent us?
But I know words to wake the dead...
I'll ask them in your stead
Do tell, what makes the spirits restless?

Archaic stones begin to stir...
And the interred begin to rise...
And they cried

Even in the darkness there is truth
Even in deception there is truth
Even in destruction there is truth
Even in decay there is truth

Betrayal cuts to the bone!
The dead are mad
But they aren't alone...

How dare I get these old stones, and you the gold?
The heir must pare back the vine! It's what I'm owed!
The past must be rectified! - Then I felt cold
And rotting hands on my throat...

You'd better not be in the catacombs
In the catacombs
When the spirits of the past awaken
Tell me do you think you have control
From an ancient tome
When the dead have an axe to grind?
And once they have you in their grasp
They will never let you go!
You'd better not be in the catacombs
In the catacombs...
When they rise