User:TheUndertaker'sComing

If you're here, congratulations. Here's some lyrics that made me put this account up in the first place.

The shadow of the Undertaker creeps across your floor

Go lock up all your children

And paint blood upon your door

These hills are filled with whispers

Of a man all dressed in black

At the toll of Death's knell

He climbs from Hell

To drag some poor soul back

That old Bible speaks of angels

Doing service unto the Lord

The Undertaker knows no master

He drinks from any cup poured

Just as banshees wail their warnings

That someone that same day will die

The Undertaker stays the same

I'll be goddamned if he tells a lie

Some falsely say that the whippoorwills are the harbringers of Death

It's the Undertaker's murder of crows

That'll seize your living breath

You'll see him riding into town

All dressed up like a tomb

When you see him that eve on the outbound street

You'll know some poor soul met their doom

The Undertaker's raises no hand

But I'll fear him just the same

His presence betells with blood and death

Yet he shoulders not the blame

Like the shadow of the vultures

Circling blackly overhead

The Undertaker is drawn to death

Like a knife is drawn to red

- The Shadow of the Undertaker

                       

                         Backwater Gospel