[Verse]
Von Dead, creeping out the crypt in some scuffed-up Timbs
Grave dirt on the brim, shadows sink, no hymns
Face pale, soul frail, pockets heavy with sin
Death’s cousin on the prowl, let the story begin
Corpse pose, I froze, in a cemetery wind
Fangs sharp, leave a mark, where the moonlight’s dim
Eulogies whispered, broken vows on a whim
Blood-stained rosaries, life’s a vicious spin
[Chorus]
Von Dead, Von Dead, walking where the living fled
Von Dead, Von Dead, stories that the tombstones said
Von Dead, Von Dead, echoes in the voices bled
Von Dead, Von Dead, can’t kill what’s already dead
[Verse 2]
Rats in the rafters, they dance to my laughter
Chalk lines drawn, I'm the final chapter
Funeral sermons, my verses burn faster
Scythe in my grip, I’m the reaper’s master
A clock with no hands, yet I’m counting the time
Every tick, every rhyme, every climb, every crime
Carve my name in the marrow, spine after spine
A legend etched in bone, call it death by design
[Bridge]
Cold as a morgue, I’m the chill in the air
The creak in the floor, the hiss of despair
I’m the name that they whisper, the cross they don’t bear
Every shadow, every corner, you’ll find me there