Give Me Your Soul

'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
 Pictures in red
 Pictures in red
 The axe is coming down into his head
 Pictures in red
 Pictures in red
 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
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 '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
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 Looks like he's going insane again
 Pictures in red
 Pictures in red
 Daddy's hands are squeezing her neck
 Pictures in red
 Little girl is dead
 And Daddy's got a hole in his head