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One old man obsessed with the urge to kill,

"All that is pure must die" that was his will,

to take an innocent life is such a thrill

he has buried the dead behind the old mill.

Beneath the ground

Behind the mill,

are all the unmarked graves.

Another victim dead with a blow to the head

Another body in the ground and the blood runs red

Beneath the ground

Behind the mill,

are all the unmarked graves.

In the spectral mist, another grave is made,

With no guilt another life will fade...

The old mand smiles and plays with his knives

Helpless and screaming they are deprived of their lives

Beneath the ground

Behind the mill,

are all the unmarked graves.

Lurking in the nill just by the graves

A young man knows what's hidden in the gravel

As the old man returns he beheads him with a shovel

With his corpse the young man now will revel...

Beneath the ground

Behind the mill,

are all the unmarked graves.

In the spectral mist

No more graves are made

Soon the last remains will fade...

Unmarked graves