The mist was thick and cold in the last night of this year   The sun had all burned out and the church was locked and sealed   A dark figure staggered at the graves   The moon hid behind the clouds & darkness slowly spread   Yeah, an unholy night   The staggering figure moved like a shadow the church bell started to chime   In the graves the dead began to writhe and twist their bones   The wind whispered in the trees along with their wining moans   The town, so old and tired, was sleeping the night away   Safely tucked in bed not knowing of any threat   But peaceful dreams faded to black and the warming fires died   Grown men shivered in fear and sweat and children woke and up and cried   Little did the town know of reprisal from the tomb   The church bell was ringing the raven was singing a song about their doom   Maybe they shouldn't have left him burned and buried alive   Maybe they shouldn't have cursed his name and been so sure that he died   Evil avenger with fire in his hands   The nasty smell of paraffin oil and fear from the damned   Soon the curse was back on them and set them all ablaze   Devouring flames turned groans into ashes   The smell of death blended with the haze