Missy I miss You so. Oh little Sister I wish You'd come back to Me and sit by My side We'd laugh and we'd play again, if only You'll try You know THEY would show the way From the other side Rise from Your grave little Sister
Rise . . . Rise . . . Rise My friends . . . Rise Spirits rising from their grave Burning shadows in the dead of night Icy fingers all over My hand Try to make Me understand Finally we have returned . . . All of us
Missy is that You, come closer Spirits rising from their grave Everywhere that ghostly stare Icy fingers all over My hand Lead me back to where she stands THEY are back to share My life . . . THEY are back
Missy come, come with Me, there are things I must know How did you get here, where's the door to the other side Missy: Beyond the graves lies the gate the gate that leads to the dead We have to leave before the dawn if not by the sun we will burn
Spirits rising from their grave soon the dawn will chase the dark away Icy fingers all over My hand Lead Me back to where THEY stand Am I glad You have returned . . . All of you
Do You remember when Grandmother said she heard THEM sing I've heard THEM too and I really wish I could hear THEM again Missy: In Your mind You'll hear THEM sing every night at the graves we have to leave before the dawn if not by the sun we will burn now sing
