At The Graves

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"

Show Your powers onto Me