The Graveyard Robbers

All dressed in black so they don't distract 

Any passers by,

What they want with the dead goes around my head

And i wonder why.

The thud of the spades as they hit the graves 

Is the sound you'll hear,

These shadows in the night in the dim moonlight

Have no fear.

Whispers in the dark as the bodies embark

From their grisly tombs,

The corpse's smell adds to the hell

As the moonlight looms.

Where the dead once laid in their peaceful graves

Are disturbed once more,

The coffins smashed the contents trashed

Is what i saw.

The graveyard robbers watch for coppers

With a sense of fear.

No rest in peace for these deceased

I'm out of here.