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 [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 
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 [bad word]  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 
I glad You have returned...All of you 
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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 
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