Society Of The Dead

We gather tonight under the name of the dead Let us all hold hands Let us all bow our heads This might not be long but it sure won't be quick, The wretched, the horrid, and the fright makes us tick. Although possible, we may die again on this night I would like to shed now all the possible light. If any or all of our souls tonight fade I assure you now that it won't be in vain. Now with this and that all being said, Let me say now that we're already dead.