You think I won't find eyes at the top of the hill. You dare me, but it scares me. You think I won't but I know I will. Just like the fortune teller's dream It's cold and cruel and dark and mean And when the bones get up and walk It's just exactly as it seems Their names are all etched out in stone You're full of fright and not alone And when the sheets get up and dance They'll see their song they'll sing their moan You think I won't find eyes at the top of the hill. You dare me, but it scares me. You think I won't but I know I will. And the heart that beat now ceases And the dead that sleep no longer rest You're only dead or alive for now In the earthen hole where lives the beast She waits with patience for the feast The mountains guts give out a growl Your fear of frost is now the least DON'T KILL ME! Wicked little willow in the West bank reaches Winkling fingers thirsty leaches Riding on a toad boat, I scream fear float Slimy little cat tales, gnawing Creatures High above the hills in the mountain air Sun and Moon and Stars, Beware! Beaconed through the blackness of the misty veil An open invitation to his deadly lair You think I won't find eyes at the top of the hill. You dare me, but it scares me. You think I won't but I know I will. And the heart that beat now ceases And the dead that sleep no longer rest You're only dead or alive for now.