10 are sleeping under ground,
hush and don't you make a sound.
9 below they slowly wake,
coming for your breath to take.
8 ascend the steps in woe,
as they slowly, surely go.
7 moments pass away,
then the mist begins to fade.
6 the number of their hate,
that many steps until the gate.
5 how many shouted out,
and their screams that drowned it out.
4 are what are running still,
the others didn't make the hill.
3 more times they moaned aloud,
coming in their deathly shroud.
2 the number they have left,
it's your life they've come to theft.
1 more breath is all you've got,
before they get to what they sought.
So run and run and run again,
land don't forget to count to ten.