Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
I think I know that little girl, I wonder where I’ve seen her before
In a cellar down below, I see the little girl playing with a boy
They’re having fun
In comes Daddy He’s in a rage
Screaming and yelling He’s not very nice
Cold as ice, an axe in his hand
Oh no, looks like he’s going insane
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The axe is coming down into his head
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The little boy is dead
Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
It must be a dream It must be a dream from below Oh
Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
13 judges on a bench, the little boy is screaming: No, it’s a mistake
A suicide is what you are, the judges say You’re going down
You’re going down to Hell
Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
It must be a dream It must be a dream from below Oh
Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
I think I know that little girl, I wonder where I’ve seen her before
In a cellar down below, I see the little girl dressed in blood
And the blood is not her own
Looks like he’s going insane again
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Daddy’s hands are squeezing her neck
Pictures in red Little girl is dead
And Daddy’s got a hole in his head