Join in with the ceremony of the dead where the skeletons will gather
The blood on our skin with foam and lather
I will hum a little solemn tune
We will howl and wail at the deathly white full moon
We will retreat at dawn; lurking in the shadows
We will hang those who have betrayed us down in the gallows
I will stain your white skin with crimson red
And sing gleefully as your ice blue eyes become dead
