Creeping up from beneath the seas.  Killing people as much as they please.  With no souls, they have nothing to lose.  Life or death these monsters will chose.  Death be heard when they make the sound.  Killing innocence from all around.  Into the shadow they will take you away.  Never again to see the light of day.  Tattered and torn they leave your body to waste.  On to their next victim as they make haste.  Ripping and clawing without feeling remorse or sorrow.  If they find you there will be no tomorrow.  To all the people these are just ghost and ghouls; but those are the people that are non-knowing fools.  As for me, of course I know.  The pits of hell is where these monsters grow.  Watching and waiting for someone to slip.  Bringing them up to Earth for one hellacious trip.  Look to the sky during the trumpets call.  Down will come angels to save us all.