Misc Unsigned Bands - Sons of perdition - the shadow of the undertakerver2

The ^Ashadow of the ^EUndertaker c^Areeps across your floor. Go lock up all ^Bmyour children And paint ^B7blood upon your ^Edoor.

These ^Ahills are filled with ^Bmwhispers Of a^B7 man all dressed in^E black And the ^Bmtoll of death's now, He ^B7climbs from hell To d^Erag some poor soul back

That ol' ^Abible speaks of ^Eangels Doing ^Aservice unto the lord The ^AUndertaker k^Bmnows no master He ^B7drinks from any cup ^Epoured.

Just as ^ABanshees wail their ^Bmwarning That so^B7meone that same day will ^Edie The ^BmUndertaker ^B7states the same I'll be ^Egoddamned if he tells a lie

The ^AUndertaker ^Eraises no hand, But I'll ^Afear him, just the same… His ^Apresence pre-tells both ^Bmblood and death, Yet he ^B7shoulders, not the ^Eblame. Like the ^Ashadow of the ^Bmvulture Circlin' bl^B7ackly over^Ehead, The ^B7Undertaker is ^Bmdrawn to death Like a ^Eknife is drawn to red