The Hearse - Wednesday 13

This is your last ride, begone of this curse

Your fate is driving you in the hearse

Blacker than all the hinges of hell

The hearse it drives you to your… farewell

So don’t you ever laugh when the hearse passes by

For you may be the next one who has to die

Away you go to your place in the dirt

When you ride in the back of the hearse

Black on the outside and darker within

The hearse is driving you in the end

Rev up the engine, and straight through the gates

And on to your final resting place