A group of children playing outside In my van I offered them a ride To the woods where I played with them I dig a hole to bury their rests They never die They came to me last night They never die Their empty eyes A pretty girl wandering in the night Alone, lost and visibly sad I gave her affection, tasting her body
And kept her pretty head as a trophy They never die In my home I saw her silhouette They never die Laments from a headless neck When the bell tolls midnight They all come and hold me tight Carrying my warm body To the darkness of their realm They never die They hung me on a tree They never die But nor do I