By the dawn of century past Through the mist of southern bone Grew an evil story of Voodoo Dolls Obsession met no love Rejection paid with scorn In return a present for his son Dare not to look into his eyes An evil course the doll he hides Began to disappear Now you can hear their cries Once a town of sun Now fog and blood They all blame the child He points back to the doll, Robert did it! Thus... the deed was done Dare not to look into his eyes An evil course the doll he hides Beware of his face You may just find yourself Don't look at his eyes Beware of the shadow, an evil course it hides Dare not to look into his eyes An evil course the doll he hides