Boneyard (Impetigo)

Strolling through my boneyard A ghoulish midnight stride A walk among the corpses Fills my heart with pride... A score of screaming victims To me they scream no more Forty or four hundred, I've lost count Buried 'neath the earthen floor... One by one they meet their doom Through macabre and nepharious means Midnight in my boneyard The wind blows through the trees...