The Shadow of the Undertaker

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

The 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 states the same and I'll be goddamned if he tells a lie

Some falsely say that whippoorwills are the harbingers 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 know some poor soul met their doom

The Undertaker raises no hand but all fear him just the same
His presence foretells both blood and death yet he shoulders not the blame
Like the shadow of the vulture circling blackly overhead
The Undertaker's drawn to death like a knife is drawn to red