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.