Every night I venture to the woods
To listen to the dead man's wail
I dance to his chants of sorrow and woe
As he pleads to no avail
He looks up from the deep damp darkness
Moss covering what used to be skin
Not realizing that he is already dead
He screams help me again and again
I look down and shout no peace for you
No rest for your Godless soul
A child's innocence replaced with shame
Revenge is best served cold
By the way- how cold is it down there
You must be as miserable as hell
A mother's justice you will suffer
Deep in the dead man's well
To listen to the dead man's wail
I dance to his chants of sorrow and woe
As he pleads to no avail
He looks up from the deep damp darkness
Moss covering what used to be skin
Not realizing that he is already dead
He screams help me again and again
I look down and shout no peace for you
No rest for your Godless soul
A child's innocence replaced with shame
Revenge is best served cold
By the way- how cold is it down there
You must be as miserable as hell
A mother's justice you will suffer
Deep in the dead man's well
