The Mouldering One Returns -

Hear her scratching at the window

He knew that she’d be back

Though many years have passed now

She’s finally home at last

And the grave may hold her bones

Her skin be soft with mold

But the grave can’t hold her ghost

Ooooo

Ooooo

Her lips so black and cold now

Her eyes so dull and gray

These endless days of darkness

Must finally pass away

And the grave may hold her bones

Her skin be soft with mold

But the grave can’t hold her ghost

Ooooo

Ooooo

Now she stands before him

He longs to feel her skin

He lifts his hand to touch her

But she fades away again

And the grave may hold her bones

Her skin be soft with mold

But the grave can’t hold her ghost

Ooooo

Ooooo

«Darling please don’t leave me.»

He bangs his voodoo drum

The house it starts to creaking

But never does she come

And the grave may hold her bones

Her skin be soft with mold

But the grave can’t hold her ghost

Ooooo

Ooooo

Yes the grave may hold her bones

Her skin be soft with mold

But the grave can’t hold her ghost

Ooooo

Ooooo

Ooooo