Even when the grass is at its greenest green,
Underground where things go unseen.
It could be filled with blood or piled above bodies,
And only the one son knew; by the name of Rephaim.

Rephaim now lived with the fury of Hell.
The one thing which saved him was a lonely bell.
He took it, along with a flashlight in hand,
And crept down below to live with the sand.

Digging, digging, to get down under
Here he committed his greatest blunders.
A man with the name of Kalona spoke…
But before he could Rephaim did choke.

Kalona lay dying, and started to cry.
He spoke: “Why son, why?”
Rephaim did not speak, he only glared,
Kalona’s eyes followed and together they stared.

Rephaim had killed man
With two strokes of two hands.
Rephaim had killed a man
Only for a damn

Even when the grass is at its greenest green,
Underground where things go unseen.
It could be filled with blood or piled above bodies,
And only the one son knew; by the name of Rephaim.