Over the river,
Through the fog.
On a tree,
Sits a girl.
She sits in a cemetery,
With a tear in her eye.
Before her face,
Swim the dead.
They call to her,
And she weeps.
For the lost,
And the damned.
The dead swim before her.
A girl sits in a cemetery,
With a gun to her head.
The dead swim before her.
And she squeezes the trigger,
The dead laugh before her.
Pulling her deeper,
Her face joins the dead.
The horrible, twisting, dancing dead.
The Damned
