Afraid in the dark
Afraid all alone
Afraid you might die
In the catacombs
Afraid of the ghosts
Afraid of their moans
Afraid you might die
In the catacombs
Heart pounding faster
Already quite scared
Hands become sweaty
There's death in the air
The screams of the dead
Screech their eerie tones
Haunting the hallways
In the catacombs
Running down the halls
You try to escape
Searching the tunnels
The ground starts to quake
Ghostly hands reach up
They grab your one leg
Then dragging you down
As you scream and beg
Demons surrounds you
You claw at their bones
They drag you to hell
In the catacombs