Missy, I miss you so!
Oh, little sister
I wish [bad word] 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? [bad word] 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!

 [bad word]  [bad word] with me
There are things I must know
How did you get here?
Where is the door to the other side?

"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

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

"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!