No Prayers, No Fires

I made my way into the graveyard before dawn had broken The hour of the witch was close at hand I looked at the sky, he should be here soon Little did I know what horror lay in wake for me For what felt like hours I sat inside this cursed place Not a flicker of light glinted on the faces of the dead It was then I heard the cemetery gate unlatch I turned around and saw the grounds fill with mist No prayers, no fires As I turned around I saw no figure waiting at the gate Decaying smells began to fill the air And it was then the wind began to tremble And then I heard a rasping voice that chilled my very soul No prayers, no fires