What secrets lie where lost souls roam....

Deep inside my catacomb.

The things I dare not tell a soul....

Stay locked down there under control.

Sometimes they fight to be set free...

From the prison that they think is me.

And so, confined, they shall remain...

For freeing them would cause great pain.

The things I know I think I see..

Instill a fear inside of me.

The fear of doom...impending dread...

The fear of angering the dead.

At night, I'm sure I hear their screams...

So real I know they cant be dreams.

The cries from souls with business left...

They all will have their vengence yet.

What secrets lie where lost souls roam??