Aggravating the sense of sight Gargoyles stain this leathery night There's a demon't heart in every stone The worm grounds covered in goblin bones A dead raven stares from a goat scull tree In the middle of Merrysville cemetery There's a wrinkled corpse under every mound Their open mouths don't make a sound In the distance there's a skeleton bell And a thousand souls fly up from hell A dead raven stares from a goat scull tree In the middles of Merrysville cemetery