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