A
The shadow of the Undertaker
E A
creeps across your floor
F#m
Go lock up all your children
B7 E
And paint blood upon your door
A F#m
These hills are filled with whispers
B7 E
Of a man all dressed in black
F#m B7
And the toll of death's now He climbs from hell
E
To drag some poor soul back
A
That ol' bible speaks of angels
E A
Doing service unto the lord
F#m
The Undertaker knows no master
B7 E
He drinks from any cup poured
A F#m
Just as Banshees wail their warning
B7 E
That someone that same day will die
F#m B7
The Undertaker he states the same
E
I'll be goddamned if he tells a lie
A
The Undertaker raises no hand
E A
But I'll fear him just the same
F#m
His presence pre-tells both blood and death
B7 E
Yet he shoulders not the blame
A F#m
Like the shadow of the vulture
B7 E
Circlin' blackly overhead
F#m B7
The Undertaker is drawn to death
E
Like a knife is drawn to red