Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead



I think I know that little girl

I wonder where I've seen her before?

In the cellar down below, I see her playing with a boy

They're having fun!



Screaming and yelling, he's not very nice

Cold his eyes



Oh no! No!

Looks like he's going insane

Pictures in red

Pictures in red

Pictures in red

Pictures in red

Oh, the little boy is dead



Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead

It must be a dream, must be a dream from below, oh

Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead



13 judges on a bench

The little boy is screaming "No it's a mistake!"

"A suicide is what you are"

The judges said "you're going down...you're going down to hell"



Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead

It must be a dream, must be a dream from below, oh

Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead



I think I know that little girl

I wonder where I've seen her before?

In the cellar down below, I see the little girl dressed in blood

And the blood is not her own



Looks like he's going insane again

Pictures in red

Pictures in red

Daddy's hands are squeezing her neck

Pictures in red

The girl is dead

And daddy's got a hole in his head!



Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead

It must be a dream, must be a dream from below, oh

Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead

It must be a dream, must be a dream from below, oh

Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead

It must be a dream, must be a dream from below, oh

Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead

It must be a dream, must be a dream from below, oh